Take an hour to lay out
A spread of childhood photos
Map out a series of lives
Across your floorboards
There are so many ways to be happy
Radiate across faces aglow in candlelight
You've not been working hard on your epitaph
Instead you take a hand
To each image, ripping out
The artist, the traveller
The glimpse and flicker of a love
Before it's shadow fixed to your frame
Lifting them from your past
Pulling them from latency
Holding them as if they came to be
Well, they didn't, there is only you
And another hour drifting by
Well, they didn't, there is only you
And another hour drifting by