John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
[Verse 1]
I saw you yesterday
I couldn't let it be
I had to sift through broken glass
To find out if you'd missed me
But all I found was a slow fade
A gift-wrapped box of band aids
And a note that said, "I'm never coming home"
[Verse 2]
Beneath my single bed
Everything's haphazard
There's boxes full of bits of you
And none of them are numbered
When I search, it's deja vu
Things I think I knew
I should have thrown away this time last year
[Chorus]
Every time I touch you
You move so slow
Every time I touch you
You move so slow
And you're still like your photo
[Verse 3]
I heard me yesterday
Repeating my own name
To persuade myself
That none of us had changed
And now I'm walking round the grooves
Of a record I lost when we moved
There's dust and scratches mixed with all these tears
[Chorus]
Every time I touch you
You move so slow
Every time I touch you
You move so slow
And you're still like your photo
And I still like your photo
[Bridge]
Should we throw it all away?
The failed long shots through far distant styles
Those forced smiles, those forced smiles
It started off so on the mark
But it missed by one million miles
[Verse 4]
Nothing has developed
This darkroom gets me down
I'd throw on all the lights
But I'm afraid you'll come around
You're living in a limbo hell
A life that's only parallel
Is the real you aware what's going on?
[Chorus]
Every time I touch you
You move so slow
Every time I touch you
You move so slow
And you're still like your photo
And you're still like your photo
And I still like your photo
Still Photo was written by John Wesley Harding.
Still Photo was produced by John Wesley Harding & Chris Von Sneidern.