Rotting on a market stall
A novelty item on your wall
Something that you had in your grasp
Something that you new could not last
Now there's something in between
Looking through viewfinder screens
Not one did you gaze at me
Oh yes there's something in between
Black and white memories
Of the things we used to be
It seemed so important at the time
The kind of moment that could shape your life
But now it's tattered and it's torn
And now it's tired and it's worn
Gathering dust in your hall
The one's you block never make the wall
You pull them out from time to time
The one's you were looking for you can never find
Black and white memories
Of the things we used to be
A novelty item on your wall
Something that you had in your grasp
Something that you new could not last
Now there's something in between
Looking through viewfinder screens
Not one did you gaze at me
Oh yes there's something in between
Black and white memories
Of the things we used to be
It seemed so important at the time
The kind of moment that could shape your life
But now it's tattered and it's torn
And now it's tired and it's worn
Gathering dust in your hall
The one's you block never make the wall
You pull them out from time to time
The one's you were looking for you can never find
Black and white memories
Of the things we used to be