I'm running down the stairs, i'm running down the stairs
I'm running down the stairs, to catch it, trap it in a lens
Oh, don't let it get away.
I'm running down the stairs, i'm running down the stairs
I'm running down the stairs, to catch it, trap it in a lens
Oh, don't let it get away.
It's in my photo-books
It's in my memoirs
It fills the cupboards, i'm beginnin' to wonder where it's from
Ah it's all caught on tape.
It's in my photo-books
It's in my memoirs
It fills the cupboards, i'm beginnin' to wonder where it's from
Just don't let it get away
And one day, i can say that i lived it up
And one day, i can say that i remember it
And one day, i can say that i've got
Hard evidence.
We have a better chance on paper so we catalogue our lives
All into center, as the secret is known anyhow ...
Prefer reflections, any things that you can fit within a page
Just don't let it get away,
And one day, i can say that i lived it up
And one day, i can say that i remember it
And one day, i can say that i lived it up
And one day, i can say that i remember it
And one day, i can say that i've got
And one day, i can say that i lived it up
And one day, i can say that i remember it
And one day, i can say what i've got.
