The TV’s on way too bright and everything’s passing me bye  All these gold’s falling to the ground and I just noticed you down there  When my four months feel like four days  My mind fades to them and fades away    Throw me back on the drawing board  And paint me in again    All these old photographs   Play me so cold, but keep me so warm  Living in my own photographs  And breathing only this black and white    This road is one way and it’ heading down  I’ll kiss your mouth when I return  The warmth is so silent that this draining summer is all I hear  Will you whisper in my ear….. Something meaningless     All these old photographs   Play me so cold, but keep me so warm  Living in my own photographs  And breathing only this black and white    I can’t find a thing again today  But only you see into my eyes and through my face  I wish now not to erase my memory  Cause I just opened my eyes to all that’s passed me    All these old photographs   Play me so cold, but keep me so warm  Living in my own photographs  And breathing only this black and white    I just opened my eyes to all that’s passed me