Residue, what's left to me?Unwanted books of poetryBirthday cards stored in a drawerFrom all those years that went beforeThis photograph of youIt's residueSunny days on Southend PierThe photo booth, we disappearedSkimming stones, our faces beamedSunlight on our carefree sceneThese photographs so trueThey're residueAlways made me smileWith your morning hairTumbling thereAnd your soft grey eyesStill smiling thereNo leaving caresResidueThere's just a traceAn empty chairA familiar placeBack then I never knew quite howTo say the things I'm saying nowTo a photograph of youIt's residueResidue, what's left to me?Unwanted books of poetryFrom all those years that went beforeThis photograph of youIt's residueSunny days on Southend PierThey're residueThese photographs so trueThey're residueSunlight on our carefree sceneThese photographs so trueThey're residueSunlight on our carefree sceneThey're residueSunlight on our carefree sceneME one yearFakehonourVALLEYUnwantedcan't you seeYeahThis photograph of youIt's residueThis photograph of you