| Song | Photographs And Tickets |
| Artist | The Loose Salute |
| Album | Tuned To Love |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Your crystal eyes were shining | |
| As the shadows formed on the rock that stood behind your house | |
| You play piano well and it made me feel so sad I fell | |
| But I know your piece ain’t for me, yeah not for me | |
| You learnt your script in the morning when I slept | |
| As woke I found you screaming at yourself | |
| I sit convinced as you recite your lines | |
| But I know your scene ain’t for me, yeah not for me | |
| Hey that seems so long ago | |
| Piano sounded prettier when you played it slow | |
| Then L.A.X called me back home | |
| And all I have are photos, ticket stubs from old shows | |
| That’s all I’m left with this time | |
| You said you cried in the morning when I left | |
| Because you missed me and you wanted me back | |
| These dogs of winter rise | |
| Californian skies are just memories, stills in my mind | |
| Like the patterns on your ceiling, the reflections of the water as it dances with the sun | |
| And when the lights go out redemption is the final shout | |
| And I don’t think I’m ever coming back, I don’t know where I’m at |
| Your crystal eyes were shining | |
| As the shadows formed on the rock that stood behind your house | |
| You play piano well and it made me feel so sad I fell | |
| But I know your piece ain' t for me, yeah not for me | |
| You learnt your script in the morning when I slept | |
| As woke I found you screaming at yourself | |
| I sit convinced as you recite your lines | |
| But I know your scene ain' t for me, yeah not for me | |
| Hey that seems so long ago | |
| Piano sounded prettier when you played it slow | |
| Then L. A. X called me back home | |
| And all I have are photos, ticket stubs from old shows | |
| That' s all I' m left with this time | |
| You said you cried in the morning when I left | |
| Because you missed me and you wanted me back | |
| These dogs of winter rise | |
| Californian skies are just memories, stills in my mind | |
| Like the patterns on your ceiling, the reflections of the water as it dances with the sun | |
| And when the lights go out redemption is the final shout | |
| And I don' t think I' m ever coming back, I don' t know where I' m at |
| Your crystal eyes were shining | |
| As the shadows formed on the rock that stood behind your house | |
| You play piano well and it made me feel so sad I fell | |
| But I know your piece ain' t for me, yeah not for me | |
| You learnt your script in the morning when I slept | |
| As woke I found you screaming at yourself | |
| I sit convinced as you recite your lines | |
| But I know your scene ain' t for me, yeah not for me | |
| Hey that seems so long ago | |
| Piano sounded prettier when you played it slow | |
| Then L. A. X called me back home | |
| And all I have are photos, ticket stubs from old shows | |
| That' s all I' m left with this time | |
| You said you cried in the morning when I left | |
| Because you missed me and you wanted me back | |
| These dogs of winter rise | |
| Californian skies are just memories, stills in my mind | |
| Like the patterns on your ceiling, the reflections of the water as it dances with the sun | |
| And when the lights go out redemption is the final shout | |
| And I don' t think I' m ever coming back, I don' t know where I' m at |