I'm sorry I missed you I mean, I'm sorry I miss you I didn't know you had it in you Do you remember your way? There's ice on the lake again Thin enough
I'm sorry that I'm blinded You should know something All my sunny sounds They leave this world for good Everybody else I keep right here I saw your pretty pictures
from her lover I suppose In a tattered picture book Was a photograph she took years ago Secret memories in her mind How could love be so unkind? Heartbreak time Faded pictures
long at these pictures of you That I almost believe that they are real I have been living so long with my pictures of you That I almost believe that the pictures
Got an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other And it's his good advice that I take I live with a sprinkle of a little sin When the world is asleep
Missing the train every morning at 8:52 Sipping coffee from the same cup as you The sharing of secrets we thought no one else knew That?s what I miss
Pictures of people taking Pictures of people taking pictures Pictures of people taking Pictures of people taking Pictures of people taking pictures Pictures
, Could be perfect if you walk by I've got lots of pictures in my head, You'd better not turn off the projector ... ooohhh And I've got lots of pictures
a daily basis Quick to hop out on your block and wreck faces Standin slanted' open spaces looking good and standin tall Beat Down ya block knockin pictures
Concrete cold face cased in steel Stark, sharp, glass eyed, crack and peel Bright, light, scream, beam, brake and squeal Red, whites, green, whites, neon
When a single mom goes out on a date with somebody new And it always winds up being more like a job interview My momma used to wonder if she'd ever meet
Well, I'm gonna tell you the truth It's a picture of a downright handsome man Caught in the prime of his youth Lookin' through my old pictures, faded
I've missed I missed her first steps and her first words And I love you Daddy, is something I seldom heard Oh it hurts me so, to watch my girl grow Up in pictures
so much And the place I was wasn't perfect but I had found a way to live And it wasn't milk or honey but then neither is this I've been painting pictures
bus, he goes out to see the world Lies on the ground and wipe blood from his nose And wonders why he's the one that doesn't fit in The pictures he drew
look yxour way You see you've got this special look That has got me completely hooked Pictures on the wall, pictures everywhere Pictures on the wall, everywhere I stare Pictures
Promenade --------- Lead me from tortured dreams Childhood themes of nights alone, Wipe away endless years, childhood tears as dry as stone. From seeds
pictures, dirty pictures They give me strictures but I have to keep on Taking pictures, dirty pictures They give me strictures but I have to keep on Taking pictures, dirty pictures