I look through the lens Something about it That's always made sense to me Perfectly framed I remember the first colours and shades You were wearing my friend I keep a still of that day in my mind And it all bleeds into gold now And we put it all on show now And my camera can only hope To capture a fragment of The deep and the dark things Pull at you hearts strings My future depends On good looking light And a discerning eye No I don't mean to stare I'm just admiring the shape that you're taking on I can see you're an old man In the way you raise your eyebrow And my camera can only hope To capture a fragment of The deep and the dark things Pull at you hearts strings I'm keeping a record Of you at your best in In a beautiful dress When this day is gone I hope that these photos Will help you recall