Family Photo

See this photo of my family
Tragedy is what we call the spaces in between
Pleasant dreams are not for me but for my next of kin
Born in sin my next of kin

In my days, in my days, people saw it their own way, people saw it their own way
In my days, in my days, people saw it their own way
In a family photo kind of way

Listen to the voice is your head
From the dead you can hear the stories good and bad
Just like your dad you give yourself permission to be proud
You're allowed just to be proud

In my days, in my days, people heard it their own way, people heard it their own way
In my days, in my days, people heard it their own way
In a family photo kind of way

Seek to comfort them without a sound
I have found good intentions often seem empty
Can't you see that a picture speaks a thousand words
All have heard ten thousand words

In my days, in my days, people spoke their own way, people spoke in their own way
In my days, in my days, people spoke in their own way
In a family photo kind of way



Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Pinzone
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