Lyrics:
Rock the sound, combust let it out
Picture in the frame, I'll cut your head out
Last of us remaining immune to doubt
We're the kids of the future
Our
all the same
But in a few years if I'm nowhere, it's me to blame, ohh, ohh, ohh, ooh
Picture frame, books and shelves, not afraid by myself
Metal
Amy's got the letters I wrote
My picture in a frame
She's had a year to let go
She still wearing my ring
It hasn't left her finger since
Picture frame
By my side
Stoic eyes
I can't hide
Look at you
As you were
As I was
As I am
Would you mind
If I lied
For the rest
Of my life
Say I'm fine
I
And so we begin
Frame by frame, we pick each vision
Who is your controller?
Who is your composer?
You're in denial and it's hard to paint
Windshield frames a picture of the night
Cold driving, desert highway line
Road keeps twisting slow so I know
Recognise the diamonds flashing by
I tore all the pictures from all of their frames
And all of your T-shirts, I gave them away
I gave up those friends we both hung around
And I gave
a frame
Of bones and scars
A devil, designed by a life of decay
Disguised
A picture of degradation hides unashamed
Behind his crimes
Blinded by bloodlust,
this song
Don't wanna write this song
Another glass of whiskey, by your picture in a frame
I'm playin' all the black keys and cryin' out your name
married to the blues
Married to the blues
There's a picture by my bedside
In a frame that's got a crack
Of one of my old lovers
Who ain't never
the frame just gotta take the pictures
Can we
Link up
Can we
Link up
Can we
Link up
You say I'm so pretty so pretty
So don't act shy when I tell u to get me
I
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
There's an old book
of passion
Like the Lorelei
She'd make them all "Ja, ja"
What a picture when she shook her frame
She'd take 'em all, ja, ja
With every shake forty
lingerie, in the door frames
Only ever worked by decision that the court made
Only ever knew the fucking image that she portrayed
Talking to myself but my
pictures in the frame
We must be together every day, yeah
A hustler's ambition keeps you on the road
You do it for our family that you need to provide
tell
There are a few shards left in hell
And if we want a god we had to follow, follow him down
Pictures torn out of their frames
And orgies where
Soft as a knife
Cradle us and hope we end up alright
Get up again
Yeah, frame by frame, repeat, remain the same old plan
Don't let me go
Don't let me get
shadows where you used to stand,
Pictures of our past, slipping through my hands.
Chorus:
Empty frames on the wall, where our love used to be,
Silent
to conversate and steal game from us
See the watch, now you want to know the name of it
Never playin' so I went and got the frame flooded
Cartier, Hublot, I
crazy kinda beautiful, a picture perfect visual
I see your pretty face playing frame by frame
Sayin' baby do it to me like they do in the movies
Like they
and figure grow morbid
Caused by self-indulgence and your sleaze
Frame a picture but not on display
Your crimes and sins it will convey
Hide your picture
the Name.
See life is just a picture, I see outside the frame.
I'm livin' for a Kingdom that I ain't never seen.
And imma chase that, imma imma chase
lordy papa, papa
Holler 'bout a picture in a frame
Hang it up on the mantle you can see me just the same
And when I die I think I'm gonna stop by France
And as the world drifts slowly by good riddance
Pictures fade away
Don't lie for me
I never wanted to see them again
Are you listening
It's hard to tell
The space
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