Lyrics:
(8 by 10, 8 by 10)
All that's left of our old love now is just your picture, 8 by 10.
(A souvenir of things that might have been)
(My lonely
ten eight by ten) my lonely world is only eight by ten
It's awful to be jealous of an old picture frame
But I'm jealous of anything that's close to you
understanding women
And I'm not just anyone who ever stood outside your door
And I'm not any man you've ever known before
Don't judge this picture by
Steam under floor
Shards by the mirrors frame
Clouds green and low
No sign, no nothing now
But I'm the luckiest guy
Not the loneliest guy
All
A second later he is dead
Some mother's son lies in a field
Back home they put his picture in a frame
But all dead soldiers look the same
While all
so many times
And I've watched it frame by frame
And I don't have to guess who loses
And I know who'll feel the pain
[Chorus]
You're gonna leave
Of the kitchen all the
Pictures in the golden frames
Oh the pictures in the golden frames
But she was followed by the light
Followed by the light
Swallowed
intention
Face your unconscious addiction
Push your private fiction
Push
It's getting sicker frame by frame
You're always staring at the same
What is
left me the rain..
Over time, pictures fade
all that's left are these empty frames,
sleepless nights, and stormy days,
I've got proof that people
You can meet a hundred people without leaving your house
Putting pictures in the frames and memory in the clouds
You know everybody keeps their
a picture frame up above the mantel
Where you'll see it for sure
Baby, write this down
Take a little note to remind you in case you didn't know
Tell
to get a nice picture by myself
Get in my picture (pose)
Get in my frame (close)
You're so cool (pose)
Yeah, (pose), yeah (close)
Get in my picture
We go together like the storm and rain just like the fire that needs the flame
Just like the picture needs the frame we go together
We go together
of the children of the internet
It's all changing, I'm seeing it now
You can meet a hundred people without leaving your house
Putting pictures in the frames
I put another picture
Of you in a frame
The one of you and me
When I got your name
We set up shop
At the old johnson place
You had sunshine
She's got a 3D Jesus in a picture frame
Got a child she's never named
She shakes a snake above her hair
Talks in tongues when there's no one there
A brief recollection
The light in your eyes
I see the reflection
But it passes by
It passes me by
You're smiling at me
From your picture frame
Falling leaves in the front yard,
With a shoe box full of crayons,
Full of colors oh so bright,
In a picture in a plastic frame,
A snapshot black
slashing cause it ain't the way, the T.A. blew forty mil' they say
We threw it down by night and they scrubbed it off by day
OK tourists, picture frame
heard
Welcome to the Home by the Sea
Sit down, sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you
Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
Things
And you were so cool
I was the greenhorn
King of the fools
Painting the picture
To fit with the frame
Changing the players
To fit with the game
You were
It's funny cause you're there
Waiting for a ticket
The picture's out it's frame
The train comes by, and you think about touching it's warm embrace
[Verse: 1]
There's a gold frame,
that sits by the window.
And my heart breaks,
A little more each time I try,
to picture the memory inside.
[Billy
An artificial season
Covered by summer rain
Losing all my reason
Cause there's nothing left to blame
Shadows paint the sidewalk
A living picture
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