In the pictures, she's been moving Black and white and cherry red Drawing thin lines between our lives Black and white and cherry red The tightrope dance of the walking dead In an hour you could have had me And by nightfall I was yours It wasn't your fault, you never met me
In the pictures, she is reason A promise I keep to myself Drawing substance from a dry stone Black and white and cherry red Tightrope dance of the walking dead
And maybe I'm not right to think of things this way But it's all i have now, so look away It's funny, they go just like they came