Fading Photographs

90s Grunge Power Ballad

The Story

Some memories are too heavy to carry, but too precious to let go. “Fading Photographs” captures the raw, unfiltered emotion of the 90s Seattle sound. A slow-burning rock ballad about the inevitable passage of time and the faces we lose along the way. Just organic drums, a crying guitar, and the truth.

Lyrics

The dust is dancing in the morning light...
Covering the tracks of yesterday

I found a box of black and white
Hidden in the mess we made
The edges are curling
The faces are blurred...
Like a memory spoken without a word

Sand is slipping through my hands
I’m trying to catch it... but I can’t
Oh, the colors turn to grey...
Yeah, it’s all washing away...

I’m holding on to... fading photographs!
Screaming at the shadows of the past!

Time is like a bullet in the glass
Shattering the moments that we had
I’m begging the clock to stop the crash...
But we’re just fading...
We're just fading photographs.

The echo of your voice is getting thin
Like a radio losing signal now

I don’t know where you end... and I begin
Or how to keep the promise of a vow
We were infinite...
We were young.
Now the song is nearly sung!

I’m holding on to... fading photographs!
Screaming at the shadows of the past!
Time is like a bullet in the glass
Shattering the moments that we had!
I’m begging the clock to stop the crash...
But we’re just fading photographs!

Why does every second feel like theft?
When there is nothing of us left?
Just paper and ink...
On the edge of the sink...
Don't let me blink!
No!

I’m holding on to fading photographs!
Yeaaah, holding on!
Time is like a bullet in the glass!
Shattering, it's shattering!
I’m begging the clock to stop the crash
Oh, we're just fading photographs!

Ohhh, do do do do...
Just fading away...
I know, I know...
Fading...