Ghosts in the photograph
never lie'd to me
I'd be all of that
I'd be all of that
A false memory
would be everything
A denial my eliminent
What was that for?
What was that for?
What would you do
if you saw spaceships
over Glasgow?
Would you fear them?
Every aircraft,
every camera,
is a wish that
wasn't granted
What was that for?
What was that for?
Try to be bad
Try to be bad