Two VCR's, three picture books
Old newspapers and parachutes
Camcorder-captured love
Life as it was when I was born
Peering out to big skies
By the ocean of my mind
I cleanse my spirit as it flies
Images of our life
Souvenirs of the soul
Colours so warm and so bright
Images of heroes past
Motion pictures on the wall
Moments that mean so much
And I stare at my own eyes
Cool loving mother in paradise
Sky-blue jacket, cobbled roads
Songs of the south, joys of old
And I guess I'm always ready
To see the world the way it was
If only I could simply go back
Images of our life
Souvenirs of the soul
Colours so warm and so bright
Images of heroes past
Motion pictures on the wall
Moments that mean so much
Two VCR's, three picture books
Old newspapers and parachutes
Camcorder-captured love
Life as it was when I was born
And I'm yet to find somebody
That truly shares my code
As I stroll down this lonesome road
Zapa - Images Lyrics
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Two VCR's, three picture books
Old newspapers and parachutes
Camcorder-captured love
Life as it was when I was born
Peering out to big skies
By the ocean of my mind
I cleanse my spirit as it flies
Images of our life
Souvenirs of the soul
Colours so warm and so bright
Images of heroes past
Motion pictures on the wall
Moments that mean so much
And I stare at my own eyes
Cool loving mother in paradise
Sky-blue jacket, cobbled roads
Songs of the south, joys of old
And I guess I'm always ready
To see the world the way it was
If only I could simply go back
Images of our life
Souvenirs of the soul
Colours so warm and so bright
Images of heroes past
Motion pictures on the wall
Moments that mean so much
Two VCR's, three picture books
Old newspapers and parachutes
Camcorder-captured love
Life as it was when I was born
And I'm yet to find somebody
That truly shares my code
As I stroll down this lonesome road
Old newspapers and parachutes
Camcorder-captured love
Life as it was when I was born
Peering out to big skies
By the ocean of my mind
I cleanse my spirit as it flies
Images of our life
Souvenirs of the soul
Colours so warm and so bright
Images of heroes past
Motion pictures on the wall
Moments that mean so much
And I stare at my own eyes
Cool loving mother in paradise
Sky-blue jacket, cobbled roads
Songs of the south, joys of old
And I guess I'm always ready
To see the world the way it was
If only I could simply go back
Images of our life
Souvenirs of the soul
Colours so warm and so bright
Images of heroes past
Motion pictures on the wall
Moments that mean so much
Two VCR's, three picture books
Old newspapers and parachutes
Camcorder-captured love
Life as it was when I was born
And I'm yet to find somebody
That truly shares my code
As I stroll down this lonesome road
Writer: Miguel Zapata
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