The Walkmen - Pictures Of Us lyrics

Pictures of us In the spring We were so young Are we still, are we still Scattered around on the ground, in the heaped Dry leaves? It doesn't matter It doesn't matter It doesn't matter Pictures of us On the beach Technicolor scars And the thing would smudge your eyes away 'Kay, it doesn't matter It doesn't matter It doesn't matter You'll mark yourself And be depressed