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
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

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Writer(s): Burt F. Bacharach, Elvis Costello