Heather Nova

Photograph

Heather Nova


I slipped in, into warm water, 
Into those hands, 
Up through the delta 
Up through the fog, like a hungry dog. 

It's like a photograph. It's like a dream I had 
Vivid and fading fast, it was never meant to last. 

The lilies were blooming; a hundred of them 
Intoxicating me - filling the room, 
The city below us, lit up like Christmas, 
Hanging on every word of your foreign tongue. 

It's like a photograph. It's like a dream I had 
Vivid and fading fast, it was never meant to last 

So take a picture from the ceiling, 
All the colours in me bleeding 
It's like a photograph, it's like a photograph 
So take a picture of the feeling 
All the colours in me reeling 
It's like a photograph, it's like a photograph 

Leave it behind you, a skid mark in the dust 
A storm on your pillow 
Put it down to lust