Chris Pureka - Old Photographs lyrics

[Chris Pureka - Old Photographs lyrics]

Old photographs
Before I even knew my own name
I carry it, I carry it around

All these boxes
But none of them will hold me
Oh lord, at least I have her hands

Finds me in the night
Fear underneath my collar
What I know is right and what
I know the world is
Haunted by design and the myth
Of the real thing
But, I don't even mind, at all
When she's around late night
Just me and the moonshine painting
Half life, I carry it around

All these boxes but none of them will hold me
Oh Lord at least I have her hands

All these boxes but none of them will hold me
Oh Lord at least I have her hands

All these walls but they can't
Keep out the devil
Oh Lord, at least I have her hands

Finds me in the night
Fear underneath my collar
What I know is right and what
I know the world is
Haunted by design and the myth
Of the real thing
But, I don't even mind, at all
When she's around

Old photographs
Before I even knew my own name
I carry it, I carry it around

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