Lyrics
Ghosts in the photograph, never lied to me
I'd be all of that
I'd be all of that
A false memory
Would be everything
A denial my eliminate
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 back
Try to be back
