Take all of your photographs
Throw them into the fire
And find all of your mirrors
And take them too
And shake off the dust and the dirt
Clean your hands and your faces
And hold back your tears until its through

Cause' the photographs I’ve taken only blur the faces out
And my mind can’t seem to hold onto anyone
And If I hold my hands out to the people that I’ve met
Do they hesitate to touch me?
Is it all just in my head?

But I don’t think so
And I don’t think at all
And I don’t know you
But I don’t know anyone

Take all of my oxygen
Take my lungs and my insides
And find all of my teeth you can have them too

Cause' the only words I’ve spoken are to get me back to bed
And my hands can’t seem to hold on to anyone
And If I close my eyelids for a moment I could rest
But am I listening for my heartbeat?
Is there something in my chest?
But I don’t think so
And I don’t think at all
And I don’t know you
But I don’t know anyone

And your eyes won’t open
But you’re already there
And your eyes won't open
But you're already there

Sweet thing your eyes are too tired
Believe me you don’t want to see the world
The world outside

I could take your picture now
Or I could leave you out
And we could stay right here
We could paint a picture now
Or we could turn it into something else right here