The Commune - Pink Plastic Frame (Aoife's Song) (Single Version) Lyrics

The local burned down on the south side of town
Thank God there weren't a soul at the scene
You could tell for miles
For the sirens and the lights
Good God, it was a sight to be seen

Tommy lost his daughter a couple years back
Her photo hangs on the wall in a pink plastic frame
He ain't been the same since
He got old quick
Heavy hangs his grief til he's feeling no pain

When they clear the wreckage out of the place
Will anyone remember the name
Of the pretty little girl
Oh she was staring back
Out of a burned pink plastic frame?

Now he can't meet her Mother's eye
Thoughts, he can numb but dreams, they fly
Of Westwind wastelands and screaming skies
The heat of the flame and the sound of her cries

Brave new world, he's on his own
Calls and prays through the dial tone
To hear her voice, the one he's known
Empty static now he's alone

When they clear the wreckage out of the place
Will anyone remember the name
Of the pretty little girl
Staring back
Out of a burned pink plastic frame?

They cleared the wreckage out of the place
And spared from the fury of the blaze
Was a monochrome girl in a Polaroid
In a burned pink plastic frame

When they clear the wreckage out of the place
Will anyone remember the name
Of the pretty little girl
Staring back
Out of a burned pink plastic frame?