Maybe it's the feelings, of an insecure boy
Watching the shadows, fall from the walls
A vision of fate, is after the skin on his back
But a room filled with pillows, its all that he feels
History is piled face down, in a blank black file
Ending like a farce or West End show
Only draw breath, when the interval finally arrives
And the wind at night, takes him back to where he belongs
The photos in Babylon are white on white
He sees the images burn in the light
The photos in Babylon are black on black
He feels shadows dance in the night
How could he be wrong, when he seems so right?
Reflectionthe mirror, is not who he sees
Magicians cast spells, that can never be proved
And at night, their fantasies haunt his dreams
He tries to succeed, where others have failed
Walks through the door, that's always been closed
Thinks of the future, tied up in the past
And the photos in Babylon burn a hole in his heart
The photos in Babylon are white on white
He sees the images burn in the light
The photos in Babylon are black on black
He feels shadows dance in the night
The photos in Babylon are white on white
He sees the images burn in the light
The photos in Babylon are black on black
He feels shadows dance in the night
Rob Tunbridge - Photos in Babylon Lyrics
Rob Tunbridge - Photos in Babylon Lyrics
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Maybe it's the feelings, of an insecure boy
Watching the shadows, fall from the walls
A vision of fate, is after the skin on his back
But a room filled with pillows, its all that he feels
History is piled face down, in a blank black file
Ending like a farce or West End show
Only draw breath, when the interval finally arrives
And the wind at night, takes him back to where he belongs
The photos in Babylon are white on white
He sees the images burn in the light
The photos in Babylon are black on black
He feels shadows dance in the night
How could he be wrong, when he seems so right?
Reflectionthe mirror, is not who he sees
Magicians cast spells, that can never be proved
And at night, their fantasies haunt his dreams
He tries to succeed, where others have failed
Walks through the door, that's always been closed
Thinks of the future, tied up in the past
And the photos in Babylon burn a hole in his heart
The photos in Babylon are white on white
He sees the images burn in the light
The photos in Babylon are black on black
He feels shadows dance in the night
The photos in Babylon are white on white
He sees the images burn in the light
The photos in Babylon are black on black
He feels shadows dance in the night
Watching the shadows, fall from the walls
A vision of fate, is after the skin on his back
But a room filled with pillows, its all that he feels
History is piled face down, in a blank black file
Ending like a farce or West End show
Only draw breath, when the interval finally arrives
And the wind at night, takes him back to where he belongs
The photos in Babylon are white on white
He sees the images burn in the light
The photos in Babylon are black on black
He feels shadows dance in the night
How could he be wrong, when he seems so right?
Reflectionthe mirror, is not who he sees
Magicians cast spells, that can never be proved
And at night, their fantasies haunt his dreams
He tries to succeed, where others have failed
Walks through the door, that's always been closed
Thinks of the future, tied up in the past
And the photos in Babylon burn a hole in his heart
The photos in Babylon are white on white
He sees the images burn in the light
The photos in Babylon are black on black
He feels shadows dance in the night
The photos in Babylon are white on white
He sees the images burn in the light
The photos in Babylon are black on black
He feels shadows dance in the night
Writer: Matt Lawson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid