Paroles: Moist. Indie Demo. Picture Elvis.

She breathes through the book
Measures a picture there
Picks up a knife
Cuts it to wallet size

Now she has lived, now she has breathed
And now she's tasted heaven
But the trip doesn't sting
And all she wanted was a photograph

Rain on my tongue
Feels like I'm tasting God
Silver and gold
Drinking the riches up

Back to the night and if I died
I'm gonna ask my questions
On the other side
And all she wanted was a photograph

Mask of the city hangs in mock deliberation
I step outside the wire while
The sun strips off my cocaine
Bent like a banshee while my cup is overflowing
Another brutal ending I know
I'm an animal story telling

And she breathes through the book
Said that she never knew
Question is easy
But the answer is hard to take

The binding cracks
And the words will fade
But she keeps the picture
In the frame that she made
And all she wanted was a photograph