She breathes through the book
Measures a picture there
Picks up a knife
Cuts it to wallet sizeNow 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 photographRain on my tongue
Feels like I'm tasting God
Silver and gold
Drinking the riches upBack to the night and if I died
I'm gonna ask my questions
On the other side
And all she wanted was a photographMask 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 tellingAnd she breathes through the book
Said that she never knew
Question is easy
But the answer is hard to takeThe 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