She breathes through the book
Measures a picture there
Cuts it to wallet size
Picks up the knife
Now she has lived
Now she has breathed
Now she's tasted heaven but the trip doesn't sting
And all she wanted was a photograph
Rain on my tongue
Feels like I'm tasting god
Drinking the riches up
Silver and gold
Back to the night
And if I died
And all she wanted was a photograph
I'm going to ask my questions on the other side
Mask 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
And she breathes through the book
Another brutal ending I know I'm an animal story telling
Said that she never knew
But answer is hard to take
Question is easy
The binding cracks
The words will fade
And all she wanted was a photographBut she keeps the picture in the frame that she made