stand here with the mountain in background
the copper mine up the hill from the town
sits asleep like a retiree
once used and now no use for
people used to work here
and mined their lives from this ground
crushed them in these machines
and forged them in the future
we just take pictures
of hearts that stopped beating
sometimes you're a tourist with a camera
stealing souls for scrapbooks
sometimes you've got a life back home
sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone
sometimes you're really alone
sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone
sometimes you're really alone
we go home, after fishin' all day
and get our hands dirty
getting the catch clean
and mike is in the kitchen
he's heating up the fry pan
and we're in the front yard
we're watching the sun fall
people used to live here
and lived their lives on this ground
raised them in these fields
and lost them in the future
and we just take pictures
of hearts that stopped beating
sometimes you're a tourist with a camera
stealing souls for scrapbooks
sometimes you've got a life back home
sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone
sometimes you're really alone
sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone
sometimes you're really alone
the copper mine up the hill from the town
sits asleep like a retiree
once used and now no use for
people used to work here
and mined their lives from this ground
crushed them in these machines
and forged them in the future
we just take pictures
of hearts that stopped beating
sometimes you're a tourist with a camera
stealing souls for scrapbooks
sometimes you've got a life back home
sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone
sometimes you're really alone
sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone
sometimes you're really alone
we go home, after fishin' all day
and get our hands dirty
getting the catch clean
and mike is in the kitchen
he's heating up the fry pan
and we're in the front yard
we're watching the sun fall
people used to live here
and lived their lives on this ground
raised them in these fields
and lost them in the future
and we just take pictures
of hearts that stopped beating
sometimes you're a tourist with a camera
stealing souls for scrapbooks
sometimes you've got a life back home
sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone
sometimes you're really alone
sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone
sometimes you're really alone
Lyrics submitted by .tami.
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By the way, awesome song.
I wish they'd come over to Scotland a bit more.
I mean, a LOT more.
There's this group of photographers/ tourists. And they have a specific image that they want to capture. Such as things old and useless. Left behind, if you will. And although it's useless, there's still beauty in it, and they're trying to capture that. and they mention the people who used to live in these places and work in them, and they gave their lives to it. So it's almost like they want to comemorate those people by capturing these forgotten places and sharing it with the world when they go back home.
i dunno. i could be completely wrong. but that's just what i see.