Your heart's in the right place,
but you're barking up the wrong tree
It's the other way round,
it looks like a sign to me
Oh, the labor in the hope of living
Leave our sandals on the beach
I get carried away, I get carried far away I may be late,
To give my love to you somehow
I must get out of my mind
Even think of saying goodbye now
Oh, don't take a photograph
Make it look like someone else's mess
Now I'm covered in shame,
I've taken the blame, I confess
It's only now that I am ready to say
I may be late, but I will find a way
To give my love to you somehow
I must get out of my mind
To think of saying goodbye, goodbye,
So why don't we take a photograph