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 Iâve taken only blur the faces out,
And my mind canât seem to hold onto anyone.
And If I hold my hand out to the people that Iâve met
do they hesitate to touch me?
Is it all just in my head?
But I donât think so,
And I donât think at all.
And I donât know you,
But I donât 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 Iâve spoken are to get me back to bed
And my hands canât 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 donât think so,
And I donât think at all.
And I donât know you,
But I donât know anyone.
And your eyes werenât open,
But youâre already there.
And your eyes weren't open
But you're already there.
Sweet thing your eyes are too tired.
Believe me you donât 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.
- :
- Tribunal Records: A Collection - Past, Present, And Future
- Wanderer
- Late In the Night (Single)
- Absent Sounds
- Able Bodies
- Everything Feels Better Now
- Blank Tapes
- The Monster
- Bad Holiday
- Absent Sounds (Remix Sounds)
- Absent Sounds Remixed Sounds
- Able Bodies Remixes
- Sleeping Limbs
- Ghost
- Sleeping Limbs - Single
- Acoustic EP
- The Man With Wooden Legs