show me a photograph of where you are, and I'll be there soon
when the picture goes all yellow at the edges, I'll still be such a fool for you
home, will you take me home, because I can't see on my own, blades cut to the bone, but I'm more than flesh blood, I'm made from mortar and stone
when the picture goes all yellow at the edges, I'll still be such a fool for you
home, will you take me home, because I can't see on my own, blades cut to the bone, but I'm more than flesh blood, I'm made from mortar and stone