Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Undeveloped Film, artist - Frank Turner. Album song Tape Deck Heart, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Record label: Xtra Mile
Song language: English
Undeveloped Film |
Sorting through my things the other day |
I found an old film camera that I thought I’d thrown away |
But there it was covered in dust |
I checked it and the film inside still had a few pictures left |
So I just snapped it off and then |
I found a place on the high street that could still develop them |
I dropped them off and clean forgot, |
It wasn’t until this morning that I picked the pictures up |
And there before my eyes in vivid colour |
Pictures of her stood smiling bold on the edge of a cliff by the sea |
On the south coast somewhere, |
Wind in her hair wrapped against the cold |
There were many other pictures in the set, |
Most of them were taken in the first months after we met |
When we were lovers like happy drunks |
Stumbling for each other with each step, each breath in our lungs |
Pictures of nights from soho bars |
A weekend in the country when she bought my sister’s car, |
Her naked, serene on a hotel bed |
Smiling at the camera, her beauty like a word unsaid |
And there before my eyes on the glossy paper |
Quiet whispers of something I had lost or put aside for the longest time |
The hope that I might find some kind of peace |
Oh oh oh where did it go go go |
I just don’t know exactly where I kept it |
There right there under the stairs oh please |
Darling I swear swear swear that’s where I left it |
Secret little things that you keep locked away |
In a small wooden box that you barely even mention to yourself |
It’s not exactly hope, nothing quite as simple as youth |
Perhaps it’s just a way of looking past the truth |
We’re all fading away |
The truth I can see in the very last frame of that long lost roll of film |
A picture of me, a young man holding a camera up to a mirror |
And there before my eyes in that old reflection a declaration bold |
We won’t stay gold, all that’s left of her and rest |
Is a small locked box of undeveloped films and photographs |