Taking Pictures - Sam Phillips

When I take a picture of the city, it disappears

It’s only a photograph, the city is gone

The places I go are never there

The places I go are never there

Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be

I can only picture the disappearing world

When you touch me He brought me the air of Paris in a bottle

The record caught the air of London, nineteen sixty-five

The places I go are never there

The places I go are never there

Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be

I can only picture the disappearing world

When you touch me, when you touch me When you touch me