Emily's Army - Snapshot lyrics

rate me

You once got away with words at the house of the wayward son

Black and white all over

Not fit for the purid soul of one

Skies above the trees are graffiti painted gold

Another win for the heart of the old

Snapshot of reflection for it's past

Just a misconception the coming of a reelection

(Snapshot of reflection)

Nothing on the screen except for painted black

Another foot note

Another broken glass

Nothing in my head nothing on my mind

Nothing in my brain nothing I could find

Snapshot of reflection for it's past

Just a misconception the coming of a reelection

(Snapshot of reflection)

Snapshot of reflection for it's past

Just a misconception the coming of a reelection

(Snapshot of reflection)