The places I go are never there...

When I take a picture of the city it disappears

It's only a photograph the city is gone
The places I go are never there
The places I go are never there

Nastalgia isn't what it used to be
I can only picture the disappearing world
When you touch me

He brought me the air of Paris in a bottle
The record caught the air of London
Nineteen sixty-five Pictures
The places I go are never there
The places I go are never there

Nastalgia isn't what it used to be
I can only picture the disappearing world
When you touch me
When you touch me, when you touch me


Taking Pictures - Sam Phillips

And the moons never seen me before...

Now that I’ve worn out, I’ve worn out the world
I’m on my knees in fascination
Looking through the night
And the moons never seen me before
But I’m reflecting light

I wrode the pain down
Got off and looked up
Looked into your eyes
The lost open windows
All around
My dark heart lit up the skies

Now that I’ve worn, I’ve worn out the world
I’m on my knees in fascination
Looking through the night
And the moons never seen me before
But I’m reflecting light

Give up the ground
Under your feet
Hold on to nothing for good
Turn and run at the mean times
Chasing you
Stand alone and misunderstood

Now that I’ve worn, I’ve worn out the world
I’m on my knees in fascination
Looking through the night
And the moons never seen me before
But I’m reflecting light


Reflecting Light - Sam Philips