Take this photograph
Take it off my hands
Because the scenery makes me sad
And I thought it was the past.
This happy memory
Let it fall away from me
Because I'm not so sure it's me
In the smiling face I see
And then I lose it all again
The images are all lies
In this Friday morning gray
There's something that feels so alive
Does my paradise await
In these pictures of rain?
I've become convinced
Of my own defectiveness
There's something dearly wrong with me
So please tell me what it is.
What was and could have been
An absurd coincidence
Although I'm told to let it rest
I'm not at home in my own flesh.
And then I lose it all again
The images are all lies
In this Friday morning gray
There's something that feels so alive
Does my paradise await?
And I'm bored but I'm safe
With my pictures of rain
Watching cars on the wall
Hoping something will change
Precious childhood scenes
Recur as time-ravaged dreams
Through the lens of a crack in the shade.
And then I lose it all again
The images are all lies
In this Friday morning gray
There's something that feels so alive
And then I lose it all again
The images are all lies
In this Friday morning gray
There's something burns me alive
Does my paradise await?
Does my paradise await?
Does my paradise await
In these pictures of rain?
