I shoot. You're pictured.
There's no real You,
All I got are the stills
Framed in fake-wooden borders.

I have pictures of the past
And photos from the future.
You grin - it's a party after all,
And your dress is very beautiful.

I fill the time with these moments,
A trip to Cozumel, a chocolate sundae
They all talk to me, they all eat me
Slowly by the hours. Ah, that smile!

Those eyes stalk my days throught out the weeks
My life flows by as I watch the slides.
Oh my God, it's dinner time! And I am here
Looking at these old pictures yet to be.