I'm running down the stairs, I'm running down the stairs

I'm running down the stairs, to catch it, trap it in a lens

Oh, don't let it get away.

I'm running down the stairs, I'm running down the stairs

I'm running down the stairs, to catch it, trap it in a lens

Oh, don't let it get away.


It's in my photo-books

It's in my memoirs

It fills the cupboards, I'm beginnin' to wonder where it's from

Ah it's all caught on tape.

It's in my photo-books

It's in my memoirs

It fills the cupboards, I'm beginnin' to wonder where it's from


Just don't let it get away

And one day, I can say that I lived it up

And one day, I can say that I remember it

And one day, I can say that I've got

Hard evidence.


We have a better chance on paper so we catalogue our lives

All into center, as the secret is known anyhow (?)

Prefer reflections, any things that you can fit within a page


Just don't let it get away,

And one day, I can say that I lived it up

And one day, I can say that I remember it

And one day, I can say that I lived it up

And one day, I can say that I remember it

And one day, I can say that I've got


And one day, I can say that I lived it up

And one day, I can say that I remember it

And one day, I can say what I've got