Fool in The Photograph
me and the fool in the photograph
a soul many times revealed
the scars only half concealed...
i wonder how many days i'll bleed
with the words i refuse to form:
now i will be free...
but lately, i refuse you
with these arms i will break through you
wait only to see you far removed
no more the fool in the photograph
that night chained in your embrace
day dawned and i saw your face
i wonder how many days i'll bleed
with the words i begin to form:
now i will be free...
lately, i refuse you
with these arms i will break through you
wait only to see you far removed