One, two, three A tragedy that's built on destiny It left you with everything But blood from the knife That I cut your heart out with Now relax, close
I'm dying for you I'm dying for you I'm dying for you You can keep your secrets but that's all you get to keep You can keep your mindset lost in misery
Forever, I'll wait here Well, I don't know what it is you see in me (Me, me) 'Cause I'm everything you won't believe (Believe, believe) I'm something
I'm outta luck, outta love Gotta photograph, picture of Passion killer, you're too much You're the only one I wanna touch I see your face every time
As I admire the smiles on the people in the photo I think "What am I missing this time?" I'm always racing, chasing, someone, somewhere, that isn`t mine
(Intro) I can't breath in this space that's filled with your sound Can't call a spade, a spade in this town Dug a hole that I can't get out I can't figure
There are pictures of Suzy scattered all about the room And I don't know what I should do There are things I remember Things that I can't But I know that
You know we tried to make you understand We tried to make you realize her fame is down and time is up But somehow it don?t seem enough ?Cos the world
I just want to watch the paradise I just want to see that clear, clear light Don't want to be a member of a species that's deceasing Keep on making those
I'm outa luck, outa love Got a photograph, picture of Passion killer, you're too much You're the only one I wanna touch I see your face every time
Cada vez que yo me voy llevo a un lado de mi piel Tus fotografias para verlas cada vez Que tu ausencia me devora entero el corazon Y yo no tengo remedio
Here I am alone again It seems like you're never there I told myself so many times I'll make it on my own So here I am and you're not Here I am alone
Walking hand in hand Touching hips and all I can Reaching out to you Watch you dress and leave my room Oh no, see the reasons changing for you overnight
It's been a while since the letter but you still got this photograph and everyday that goes by she thinks "boy are you coming back?" she broke down
take a photograph and settle down two and two, not as hard as it looks better not to burn those books you're not travelling on a beam of light and you
I'm in a mess, I'm in a dress There's nothing from here till tomorrow morning How will I get there? How will I get there? I don't do drugs, all my friends
I saw this mirror, I looked through it Reflections looked most better than all Cared too much, hating hatred Seeing things deformed and almost cold