"A Photograph Of You" lyrics

"A Photograph Of You"

What good is a photograph of you?
Every time I look at it it makes me feel blue
What use is a souvenir of something we once had
When all it ever does is make me feel bad?

I wish I could tear it up
But then again I haven't the guts
I wish I could throw it on the fire, I wish I could
But to say I would, I'd be a liar

What good is a colour print of a little baby doll
When just one little glance is enough to make me feel dull?

I hoped I would misplace it
But then I take such good care of it
I wish it would disappear, I say I wish
But then I relish it being here

What good is a photograph of you?
Every time I look at it it makes me feel blue
Every time I look at it it makes me feel blue

Feel blue, feel blue
Feel blue, feel blue
Feel blue, feel blue
Feel blue, feel blue
Feel blue, feel blue


Writer(s): Martin Gore
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