Michael Kiske je nejvíce známý jako zpěvák německé speed metalové skupiny Helloween, jejímž členem byl mezi lety 1987 a 1993. Než se stal členem skupiny Helloween, Kiske zpíval s německou skupinou Ill Prophecy. Ta sice nahrála demo, ale nikdy...

Píseň: Photograph

Interpret:
Michael Kiske
Album:
Place Vendome
I found a way 
To keep a lot of pretty features all the same 
Here at my side 
You keep me warm with inspirations I can't hide 


I want to stay 
But the pressures got me believing in all of the lies so I'm 
Left with nothing but anguish - and your photograph 


I can pretend 
But then the feeling gets the best of me, my friend 
It's kind of strange 
To be so full of imperfections we can't change 


Mmmm, I wanna stay 
But it's just too late though I contemplate my goodbyes and I 
Seal it off in a letter - with your 


Smiling eyes here on a photograph, yes all that I have is your 
Smiling eyes here on a photograph, and they're telling me lies - oh I 
Might be a sinner, might be no saint 
But the winds of change have delivered me to my fate 
I need more than a memory, and your photograph 


We both depend 
Upon the one to understand and comprehend, yes 
And though I've tried 
I've got to leave with just an ounce left of my pride 


Yeah, you ought to know 
That I'm only human and only you can deny that I 
Needed more than a reason - And your 


Smiling eyes here on a photograph, yes all that I have is your 
Smiling eyes here on a photograph, and they're telling me lies - oh I 
Might be a sinner, might be no saint 
But the winds of change have delivered me to my fate 
I need more than a memory, and your photograph 


Your photograph 
I've tried to make it, I've tried to fight 
But the things that you do, well it's just not right 
If I could turn back the hands of time would it matter? No... 


Smiling eyes here on a photograph 
Smiling eyes here on a photograph 
Smiling eyes here on a photograph, yes all that I have is your 
Smiling eyes here on a photograph, and they're telling me lies - oh I 
Might be a sinner, might be no saint 
But the winds of change have delivered me to my fate 
I need more than a memory