He was wild, dynamite And she was rare as treasure That's not the kind of story you deny In a frame under glass They'll always be together and so in love But photographs can lie Now they say That I have the gaze That must recall my father Sayin' he's my knight My bright morning sun Now I am mourning everyone See him now, know he cheats Why can't she see through him? He used to be more valiant than they Put him on a pedestal And it's a long way down there I'll never be his little girl again Now they say That I have the gaze That must recall my father Sayin' he's my knight My bright morning sun Now I am mourned in everyone Someone else will look at me And think he is my lover Developing the image in his eye In a frame under glass We'll always be together and so in love But photographs can lie