A photograph of you What good is a photograph of you Everytime I look at it It makes me feel blue What use is a souvenir Of something we once had When all it ever does is Make me feel bad I wish I could tear it up But then again I haven't the guts I wish I could throw it on the fire I wish I could But to say I would I'd be a liar What good is a colour print Of a little baby doll When just one little glance Is enough to make me feel dull I hoped I would misplace it But then I take such good care of it I wish it would disappear I say I wish But then I relish It being here
What good is a photograph of you Everytime I look at it It makes me feel blue What use is a souvenir Of something we once had When all it ever does is Make me feel bad I wish I could tear it up But then again I haven't the guts I wish I could throw it on the fire I wish I could But to say I would I'd be a liar What good is a colour print Of a little baby doll When just one little glance Is enough to make me feel dull I hoped I would misplace it But then I take such good care of it I wish it would disappear I say I wish But then I relish It being here
Leadgesang: Dave Gahan; Words & Music: Martin Lee Gore, 1982 Grabbing Hands Music Ltd/EMI Music Publishing Ltd. All rights reserved. Album: A broken frame 1982
Leadgesang: Dave Gahan; Words & Music: Martin Lee Gore, 1982 Grabbing Hands Music Ltd/EMI Music Publishing Ltd. All rights reserved.
Album: A broken frame 1982