she's pretty as a picture
with sunshine in her hair
I'm not ashamed to notice
that you're trying not to stare
it stings a little in my cheeks
the way you look today
pale and lost and incomplete
caught up inside a fray
it was meant to be my consequence
my cross and brunt to bear
but you jumped into my picture frame
and I was too dead to care
there's nothing left to shield us now
to protect us while it can
we don't have the magic now
cos when it came, we ran.
I'm sorry that my life has been
the twister in the rain
my big mouth and my confidence
has caused us so much pain
I'm punching down the bathroom door
I'm begging you to see
barbed wire isn't half as bad
as what you got with me
but you're staring into faces
I'm scared to understand
and you're taking me to places
that aren't even on land
worlds beyond the drunken sun
and skies beyond the light
pavement we have yet to touch
where days has not met night
so I'm cutting you away from me
I love you though, I swear.
I need to save you one last time
while I'm alive to care.