Picture two arms as empty as trees without leaves
And two lips much colder than winter's first breeze
Fill two eyes with teardrops until they can't see then you'll have a portrait of me
Then fashion a frame from a heart that can't be free
Cause it's completely surrounded my old memories
Then hang it up high so the whole world can see and you'll have a portrait of me
Then fashion a frame...
Then you'll have a portrait of me