Slow drowned, you were angels
And screamed at the make believe, screamed at the sky
But I never hold on to your heart
Than to feel you deep in my heart
Remembering you, how you used to be
Open my eyes, but I never see anything
Publisher: FICTION SONGS LIMITED
Crying for the death of your heart
All my pictures of you
And you finally found all your courage to let it all go
My pictures of you
How I always held close in your fear
Than to never feel the breaking apart
So much more than everything
You were bigger and brighter and whiter than snow
I could have held on to your heart
You were always so lost in the dark
You were stone white, so delicate,  lost in the cold
Remembering you, standing quiet in the rain
There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more
That I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel
If only I'd thought of the right words
But always just breaking apart
My pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real
I wouldn't be breaking apart
There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more
Looking so long at these pictures of you
Remembering you, fallen into my arms
And we kissed as the sky fell in,  holding you close
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
Remembering you, running soft through the night
As I ran to your heart to be near
If only I'd thought of the right words
I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
Songwriters: Boris Bransby-Williams, Simon Gallup, Roger O'Donnell, Robert Smith, Porl Thompson, Laurence Tolhurst
Looking so long for the words to be true
Hold for the last time, then slip away quietly