Hi We are 4manbrothers We are all brothers as you could already guess Our music has no specific orientation Though you can call it poprock We play different mus
Photograph
Every time we make love I think of her
And every time we kiss
It’s like I feel her lips so sweet
I can’t explain this strangest state of mind
Because she’s just a girl from cover
Of the magazine I buy
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I convince myself
It can’t be real love
She’s just a photograph
Oh, her eyes they say
We’ll find a way to get together
I keep dreaming all the same
Got no idea of her whereabouts
And anything I do
My mind keeps thinking of you
I let it flow and then my heart will cry
‘Cause I can only touch the cover of the magazine I buy
Chorus
I convince myself
It can’t be real love
She’s just a photograph
Oh, her eyes they say
We’ll find a way to get together
I keep dreaming all the same
Do I have enough patience in me
To look for her another day
In America, in Spain, In Egypt
I don’t really have a word to say
Anywhere I go I see her face
Will it always stay in frame
Every day and night I pray and I pray
And tomorrow brings another day
Every time we make love I think of her…
