Photograph

Info:
Een prachtig nummer van Ed Sheeran wat hij gezamenlijk schreef met Snow Patrol lid Johnny Mcdaid.
Opgebouwd vanuit een pianoloop is dit nummer ontstaan. Dat Ed Sheeran veel doet met een loop hoor
je duidelijk in meerdere van zijn nummers door de terugkerende akkoordschema's. Naast de Lead is dit
nummer voornamelijk opgebouwd uit powerchords (vandaar de 5 bij de akkoordnamen). Het nummer wordt
grotendeels gespeeld met Palm Mute (dempen van de snaren door je rechter hand met de palm op de snaren te
leggen).

Lyrics:

Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time's forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home

Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul
And it's the only thing that I know, know
I swear it will get easier,
Remember that with every piece of you
And it's the only thing we take with us when we die

We keep this love in this photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
hearts are never broken
And time's forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone

And if you hurt me
That's okay baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won’t ever let you go
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home

You can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen
Next to your heartbeat where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul

And if you hurt me
Well, that's okay baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won’t ever let you go

When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost back on Sixth street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
"Wait for me to come home."