Photograph

I found this photograph

Stashed between the old joist walls

In a trunk behind the attic

Desk where on something falls

Stuck between forgotten songs

Written in a foreign hand

Mass-printed for the fans

Of some forgotten big brass band

Was she smiling when she said

Those are pretty photographs

Were they happy in their time?

Does the picture tell a lie?

Big smiles for the camera

They call it their own

Moment to forget your troubles

Call it your own

Ah ra ra ra ra

Did you get ahead of it?

Movie's hadn't happened yet

Television's just a dream

Radio was soon to bring

Big smiles for your father

You call it your own

A moment to forget your troubles

Call it your own

Neeh

Was she smiling when she said

Those are pretty photographs

Were they happy in their time?

Does the picture tell a lie?

Big smiles for the camera

They call it their own

Moment to forget your troubles

Call it your own

Big smiles for the camera

They call it their own

Moment to forget your troubles

Call it your own