If i could get you into a frame If i could figure you out How truly would i really be If my image of you was complete I've been trying to fill the void To reach out and touch your face But i molded you after my taste And created another cliche With a human concept of what is fitting I cannot get you into my frame Now i see but a poor reflection Then i'll see face to face k** all my idols till thy kingdom come k** all my idols and come quickly come