On my knees, on the ground Anonymous in my own hometown Practicing faith 'Cause the sign on the street Says tonight is a dead-end part of the story I'm in Oh, my... Is it over now? On my mind there is Myriam... The men look like ribbons on you A million glasses that toast But here I am all alone Standing in my coat In my peace I hear a sound Names escape from the other room Somehow it feels like All through this night Your being shy Will remind me of Myriam Let the clock decide We'll hope for another chance That won't ever come Oh I died, I died, I died in a photograph Oh I died, I died, I died in a photograph You lowered your daughter down, down with your bare hands A whole past life drowned in a photograph And I burn, I burn, I burn like a photograph Oh I burn, I burn, I burn like a photograph