Burning Pictures Letra

faded ways...


why fight it?


burning bidges...


charred remains...


why fight it?


make-up doesn't make-up,


(you don't tell me anything)


the make-up of our lives.


check-ups, there are bugs here,


(you don't know anything)


the most intimate in spies.


when we have nothing,


we have something in our lives.


I can live one more time, I think, I hope, I hang my head.


the way you remember, you stick your face in it


the way you remember, you wash your mouth with it


think I can, no I can't, no one can.