Copyright Overexposed
What is developed, enveloped in the dark And is stopped at the very start? What does light create, like the sight of a star That eminates from afar? A deb at a dance in an old portrait Now for romance, it's a little late But there in her swoon it's a sliver too soon To shoot the silvery moon chorus- Here's the record, just as another The past is over, over and over Here's the record, the same as any other Until it's over, over and over It's a rain-stricken Sunday, all the shutters are closed I'm striking a nautral pose A compsite formed of opposites shows Undeveloped, overexposed Adelina Patti to deathlessness destined But one so unrefined Her image is fixed, breathlessly declined The flash is upon you The light it astounds you Now darkness surrounds you, it's the same in sound Unsafe, unsound Chorus The past is over, hold your lover Your past is over
