Photographs Can Lie

He was wired, dynamite

And she was rare as treasure

That's not the kind of story

You deny

In a frame, under glass

They'll always be together

And so in love, but photographs

Can lie

Now they say I have the gaze

That must recall my father

Saying, "He's my knight,

My bright morning sun"

Now I am mourning everyone

See him now, know he cheats

Why can't she see through him?

He used to be more valiant

Than vain

Put him on a pedestal

And it's a long way down there

I'll never be his little girl

Again

Now they say I have the gaze

That must recall my father

Saying, "He's my knight,

My bright morning sun"

Now I am mourning everyone

Someone else will look at me

And think he is my lover

Developing the image

In his eye

In a frame, under glass

We'll always be together

And so in love, but photographs

Can lie