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.
Writer(s): Stuart Braithwaite, Francis Barry Burns
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