me and the fool in the photograph
a soul many times revealed
the scars only half concealed...


i wonder how many days i'll bleed
with the words i refuse to form:

now i will be free...
but lately, i refuse you
with these arms i will break through you

wait only to see you far removed

no more the fool in the photograph

that night chained in your embrace
day dawned and i saw your face


i wonder how many days i'll bleed
with the words i begin to form:
now i will be free...

lately, i refuse you
with these arms i will break through you
wait only to see you far removed


wasting time, you tell the story still
made you mind you're chasing the moon

making scars among the glory
still you're pulling down
wasting time, you tell the story

some kind of magic
i've waited here all too long.