Knotty Pine

Here is the sound that photographs make
When I see them, when I hear them
I see regions of sharp precision
Over abundance, over indulgence

Tied together with rope and twine
Stuck together with paste and glue
Two old planks of knotty pine
And a couple of nails that poke right on through

Here is the sound that photographs make
When I see them, when I hear them
I see regions of sharp precision
Over abundance, over indulgence

Tied together with rope and twine
Stuck together with paste and glue
Two old planks of knotty pine
And a couple of nails that poke right on through



Credits
Writer(s): David Byrne, David Donnell Longstreth
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