Photograph - REM

I found this photograph,
Underneath the broken picture glass.
Tender face of black and white,
Beautiful, a haunting sight.
Looked into an angel's smile,
Captivated all the while.
From the hair and clothes she wore,
I'd place her in between the wars.

Was she willing when she sat
And posed the pretty photograph?
Save her flowering and fair,
The days to come, the days to share.
A big smile for the camera,
How did she know?
The moment could be lost forever
Forever more

I found this photograph,
Stashed between the old joist walls,
In a place where time is lost,
Lost behind, where all things fall.
Broken books and calendars,
Letters script in careful hand,
Music too, a standard tune by
Some forgotten big brass band.

From the threshold what's to see
Of our brave new century?
The television's just a dream,
The radio, the silver screen.
A big smile for the camera,
How did she know?
The moment could be lost forever
Forever more