Performed by Eliot. Music by Eliot and Frank B. Montoya. Lyrics by Eliot. Produced by Frank B. Montoya. Recorded at Up In The Nite Music, Los Angeles for Nashville South Entertainment (NSE). Copyright 2009 Eliot. All rights reserved.
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Lyrics
Of all the pictures that I keep of you, there's one that makes me want to stay 'cause you don't look so proud, congenial, but down right lonely. You were looking down at something menial. It used to be me but something else had captured you. Your smile - it melted to the ground. In a moment of silence - so rare. Not a trace of violence in your stare. It's my favorite picture. You never seem to make your own decisions. What do you think you're going to do without me? Do you even have your own intuition? Do you even have an image of me? I like the way we used to be in visions of my memory. And I know it's clich to talk about us and what is gone, but it's here to stay, like pictures. You never seem to make your own decision. What do you think you're going to do without me? Do you even have your own intuition? Do you even have an image of me? And I know it's clich to talk about us and what is gone, but it's here to stay, like pictures. You never seem to make your own decisions. What do you think you're going to do without me? Do you even have your own intuition? Do you even have an image of me? Of all the pictures that I keep of you, there's one that makes me want to stay 'cause you don't look so proud, congenial, but down right lonely. It's my favorite picture. Yeah, that's my favorite picture.
