| Song | Elin's Photograph |
| Artist | Strangelove |
| Album | Love And Other Demons |
| 作曲 : Strangelove | |
| Calling out for someone to take this all away | |
| Calling out for anyone to make it go away | |
| Try to kill the picture the flowers in her hair | |
| Or taking shots of anything so I don't have to care | |
| Staring at a paper cup | |
| The emptiness inside | |
| She's going high someday | |
| She's going high someday. | |
| Living with a photograph is really not the same | |
| I've kept it in the suitcase where noone ever came | |
| Watching other insects as they feel around my walls | |
| They say that taking anything don't change a thing at all | |
| Stare again - the photograph | |
| The plastic is her mind | |
| She's going high someday | |
| She's going high someday. | |
| Crawls up the walls, yes she crawls up the walls | |
| Staring at my body, | |
| Christ! It isn't mine at all. | |
| Crying out for someone to make it go away | |
| To take away this photograph so I can live again | |
| Staring at the plastic cups | |
| The emptiness inside | |
| She's going high someday | |
| She's going high someday. | |
| Crawls up the walls, yes she crawls up the walls | |
| Now I'm waiting for that day, | |
| Yes, I'm waiting here that day. |
| zuò qǔ : Strangelove | |
| Calling out for someone to take this all away | |
| Calling out for anyone to make it go away | |
| Try to kill the picture the flowers in her hair | |
| Or taking shots of anything so I don' t have to care | |
| Staring at a paper cup | |
| The emptiness inside | |
| She' s going high someday | |
| She' s going high someday. | |
| Living with a photograph is really not the same | |
| I' ve kept it in the suitcase where noone ever came | |
| Watching other insects as they feel around my walls | |
| They say that taking anything don' t change a thing at all | |
| Stare again the photograph | |
| The plastic is her mind | |
| She' s going high someday | |
| She' s going high someday. | |
| Crawls up the walls, yes she crawls up the walls | |
| Staring at my body, | |
| Christ! It isn' t mine at all. | |
| Crying out for someone to make it go away | |
| To take away this photograph so I can live again | |
| Staring at the plastic cups | |
| The emptiness inside | |
| She' s going high someday | |
| She' s going high someday. | |
| Crawls up the walls, yes she crawls up the walls | |
| Now I' m waiting for that day, | |
| Yes, I' m waiting here that day. |