a photograph

Photograph?
But I don't have a place to live
You won't have the light to give
When it all goes black

Pissing in the wind you say
That's a feeling I know
Twisting in the wind again
That's a feeling I know

I will not be hear to answer
Every time you think to call
Like a frozen photograph
That hangs on a wall

A picture's worth a thousand stories
But this one ends now

Meet for tea?
An image of fantasy
That never was to be
An undeveloped mystery

Pissing in the wind you say
That's a feeling I know
Twisting in the wind again
That's a feeling I know

I will not be hear to answer
Every time you think to call
Like a frozen photograph
That hangs on a wall

A picture's worth a thousand stories
But this one ends now



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Stella
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