Lyrics

We used to talk for hours on end
Lunch would bleed to dinner
On to late-night conversation
I could have stayed forever

You could paint manhattan red
I could only follow
But if you were Georgia, I was Alfred
Trapped behind the camera
Trying to capture you on 35

I lost your picture
Baby, all I see are negatives
Whatever came between us
I love you in relief

Baby, I got nothing left
What I had I can't remember
I can't recreate the way you felt
With only pen and paper
Film and Camera
Wood and microphone

I lost your picture
Baby, all I see are negatives
Whatever came between us
I love you in relief