Настроение сейчас - воспоминательное

вот смотрю я на фотографию постом ниже и как в мистическом фильме в колонках играет:


Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red?
And what the hell is on Marshal’s head?

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say
It’s time to say it
Goodbye, Goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say
It’s time to say it
Goodbye, Goodbye