Man in the Photograph

Hush now; put your head back down to sleep
I'm away from you, but I will always be near
You said to me, "What time do you call this?"
("What time do you call this?")
I'm away from you, but I am not remiss

So we moved in to the house across the fields
To find out what thoughts could be concealed
You said to me, "I don't know who you are"
Don't you know me? I'm the man in the photograph

And you said you would come for me
And you said you would come for me
And you said you would come for me
And you said you would come for me