Portrait

In a busy part of town
Fifty feet above the ground
In a corner of my room
There's a photograph of you

Accidental and volatile
Your eyes were closed that time you smiled
As if you hid some kind of fire
All your passions growing wild

Out of reach
Out of reach until the end

In the middle of the night
In a dream harrowed and vile
In the heat waves of your mind
You paint my portrait black and white
Two open windows for the eyes
History books for pearly whites
You didn't add the wrinkled lines
You didn't add the wasted time

We will leave
We will leave
We will leave
We, oh, we will leave before the end

The world's a spiral of collapsing images
For every body a burning building, oh
But in the hallways of our synaptic basilica
I could be a child
I could be a child, maybe something beautiful

And we will leave
And we will leave
We will leave
And we, oh, we will leave before the end



Credits
Writer(s): Alexi Collins
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