I've looked through a camera lens before
But I'm hooked, like I don't get anymore
Lips of yours, they could start a war
So I stood, there were shadows dancing on the walls
Burning wood, in this fortress of ours
And I took a picture of you
And isn't it a bit familiar, the colours in your eyes
It's like I've seen this picture, a hundred times
So we shook down this dusty wooden floor
And I could feel that you were mine to hold
Then I took a picture of you
And isn't it a bit familiar, the colours in your eyes
It's like I've seen this picture, a hundred times
I took a picture and
I will keep it like my deepest secret
I will keep it like the gift of an angel
The gift of an angel
And I will keep it like a scar on my chest
I will keep it like the tears I can handle
The tears I can handle
I've looked through a camera lens before
But I'm hooked, like I don't get anymore
Lips of yours they could end a war
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