He was wired 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 [night?]. My bright morning sun. Now I am [?] everyone. See him now know he cheats. Why can't she see through him?. He used to be more valiant than vain. 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 mourning 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