Lyrics
Photographer friend, photographer friend
You know, I'll need you in the end
You ain't like my other friends, you never judge
A picture's worth a thousand words, it explains why we don't talk
As we travel past the perfumed rows of hemlock trees
With one wheel in my hands, and four more on the road
And you, you're hanging out of the window
One day we'll be married to different people
And any stills you keep'll keep us still until
You take the future and leave me with the past
Photographer friend, photographer friend
Most things, they never last
Photographer friend, photographer friend
Most things, they never last
You'll see the future
Change the colour of the past
Photographer friend, photographer friend
Most things, they never last
Photographer friend, photographer friend
Most things, they never last
