Frank Turner - Undeveloped Film lyrics
[Frank Turner - Undeveloped Film lyrics]
Sorting through my things the other day
I found an old film camera that
I thought I'd thrown away
But there it was covered in dust
I checked it and the film inside
Still had a few pictures left
So I just snapped it off and then
I found a place on the high
Street that could still develop them
I dropped them off and clean forgot
It wasn't until this morning that
I picked the pictures up
And there, before my eyes, in vivid colour
Pictures of her stood smiling bold on the
Edge of a cliff by the sea
On the south coast somewhere
Wind in her hair, wrapped against the cold
There were many other pictures in the set
Most of them were taken in the
First months after we met
When we were lovers like happy drunks
Stumbling for each other with each step
Each breath in our lungs
Pictures of nights from Soho bars
A weekend in the country when
We borrowed my sister's car
Her naked, serene on a hotel bed
Smiling at the camera
Her beauty like a word unsaid
And there, before my eyes
On the glossy paper
Quiet whispers of something I had lost or
Put aside for the longest time
The hope that I might find some kind of peace
Oh, oh, oh, where did it go, go, go
I just don't know exactly where I kept it
There, right there, under the
Stairs, oh, please, darling, I swear, swear
Swear that's where I left it
Secret little things that you
Keep locked away
In a small wooden box that you
Barely even mention to yourself
It's not exactly hope
Nothing quite as simple as youth
Perhaps it's just a way of
Looking past the truth we're all fading away
The truth I can see in the very last
Frame of that long lost roll of film
A picture of me
A young man holding a camera up to a mirror
And there, before my eyes
In that old reflection
A declaration bold: We won't stay gold
All that's left of her and the rest
Is a small locked box of undeveloped film
And photographs
I found an old film camera that
I thought I'd thrown away
But there it was covered in dust
I checked it and the film inside
Still had a few pictures left
So I just snapped it off and then
I found a place on the high
Street that could still develop them
I dropped them off and clean forgot
It wasn't until this morning that
I picked the pictures up
And there, before my eyes, in vivid colour
Pictures of her stood smiling bold on the
Edge of a cliff by the sea
On the south coast somewhere
Wind in her hair, wrapped against the cold
There were many other pictures in the set
Most of them were taken in the
First months after we met
When we were lovers like happy drunks
Stumbling for each other with each step
Each breath in our lungs
Pictures of nights from Soho bars
A weekend in the country when
We borrowed my sister's car
Her naked, serene on a hotel bed
Smiling at the camera
Her beauty like a word unsaid
And there, before my eyes
On the glossy paper
Quiet whispers of something I had lost or
Put aside for the longest time
The hope that I might find some kind of peace
Oh, oh, oh, where did it go, go, go
I just don't know exactly where I kept it
There, right there, under the
Stairs, oh, please, darling, I swear, swear
Swear that's where I left it
Secret little things that you
Keep locked away
In a small wooden box that you
Barely even mention to yourself
It's not exactly hope
Nothing quite as simple as youth
Perhaps it's just a way of
Looking past the truth we're all fading away
The truth I can see in the very last
Frame of that long lost roll of film
A picture of me
A young man holding a camera up to a mirror
And there, before my eyes
In that old reflection
A declaration bold: We won't stay gold
All that's left of her and the rest
Is a small locked box of undeveloped film
And photographs