A faded photograph at the edge of your
Instamatic
Existence
A tarnished frame without noise
Half finished games of a broken
Boy
I'm 25 frames
That's all to my name
What comes after your fame
Is all part of your game (your game)
Embarrassed silence I face the truth
An awkward moment as you grace room
Eyes that meet but do not see
Lips that touch but do not feel
Pick me off the cutting room floor
Piece me together, just once more
I'm 25 frames
That's all to my name
What comes after your fame
Is all part of your game (your game)
Instrumental
26th frame, 26th frame, 26th frame, 26th frame,
26th frame, 26th frame,26th frame, 26th frame,
don't you fall, don't you fall, don't you fall, don't you fall,
don't you fall, don't you fall, don't you fall, don't you fall,
fall off the frame
Taken from: Nothing, just a demo
WORDS AND MUSIC: JAKE HOOK
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