Vocals & acoustic guitar - Tim Sincere
Electric guitar - Justin Burrows
Backing vocals - Kelly Buckler

Written & produced by Tim Sincere
Recorded in Trapdoor Studio, Santa Cruz, California

Story Behind The Song
Coming soon...

Lyrics

Stuck in between an old magazine
There’s a black and white photo of Gene
And it’s faded around where it once could be found
In an album that nobody’s seen

The edges were frayed like the vows that they made
And the distance that kept them apart
No long distance calls. No news from the wars
No cure for her young broken heart

She cries for the lies
With tears in her eyes
And the postcards that she’d never seen
The edges were frayed like the vows that they made
A black and white photo of Gene

The years have flown by and we never asked why
There were letters that we couldn’t see
They say time heals it all, but I’m not really sure
About the black and white photo of Gene

She cries for the lies
With tears in her eyes
And the postcards that she’d never seen
The edges were frayed like the vows that they made
A black and white photo of Gene