Now I wait alone,
For d**h to come.
Faded pictures.
So I know,
Nowhere to go.
So I don't
Picture your body,
Hearing your voice,
And fall into your eyes. (Your eyes)
Through crooked lines,
The morning light
Faded pictures.
In my mind,
Not scared of d**h.
No, I don't
Picture your body,
Hearing your voice,
And fall into your eyes. (Your eyes)
Fall into your eyes.
(Your eyes)
(Your eyes)
(Your eyes)
(Your eyes)