As he laid there, his life flashed in front of him 
He wonders if he can take back some of his past 
As he looks back on everything; he's got so much, he feels there's 
something missing 
I hear the silence but it sounds so strange 
I never felt this type of pain 

My photographs 
I want them back 
My photographs 
I want them back 

So he wanders through all his photographs 
tear falls down his face cause he wants it back 
I hear the silence but it sounds so strange 
I never felt this type of pain 

My photographs 
I want them back 
My photographs 
I want them back 

Photographs, my photographs 

The blackest night, we never needed more 
We used to dream of all that we wished for 
I hear the silence but it sounds so strange 
I never felt this type of pain 

My photographs 
I want them back 
My photographs 
I want them back 
My photographs 
I want them back 
My photographs 
I want them back