I'm running down the stairs, I'm running down the stairs
I'm running down the stairs, to catch it, trap it in a lens
Oh, don't let it get away.
I'm running down the stairs, I'm running down the stairs
I'm running down the stairs, to catch it, trap it in a lens
Oh, don't let it get away.

It's in my photo-books
It's in my memoirs
It fills the cupboards, I'm beginnin' to wonder where it's from
Ah it's all caught on tape.
It's in my photo-books
It's in my memoirs
It fills the cupboards, I'm beginnin' to wonder where it's from

Just don't let it get away
And one day, I can say that I lived it up
And one day, I can say that I remember it
And one day, I can say that I've got
Hard evidence.

We have a better chance on paper so we catalogue our lives
All into center, as the secret is known anyhow (?)
Prefer reflections, any things that you can fit within a page

Just don't let it get away,
And one day, I can say that I lived it up
And one day, I can say that I remember it
And one day, I can say that I lived it up
And one day, I can say that I remember it
And one day, I can say that I've got

And one day, I can say that I lived it up
And one day, I can say that I remember it
And one day, I can say what I've got