Till my eyes burn
There's nothing in the ink
That I can't learn
But you
You always turn away
(...and the photograph burns)
And I wish you goodbye
Until my throat's sore
A fucking response
Would help the hurt
But you
You always turn away
(...and the photograph burns)
And I dream of your voice
Until my heart's torn
You couldn't do more damage
If you tried to burn me
And you
You always turn away
You (burn, photograph, burn)
You always turn away
There's nothing but your picture
In my mind (aaaah, it burns)
There's nothing but your picture
In my eyes (burns, it burns)
And the photograph burns