Wake me up from the long way
that we’ve come
Just to find out
that it’s all been said and done
But we’ll do it again
and say it’s all in our heads
Something automatic
when you speak before you think
And you walk beside yourself to pass the time
If you never play the game
you never lose anyway
See the photograph on an empty wall
Pictures of a life I can’t call my own
I need a love that won’t do me wrong
Waiting for the sound of a false alarm
The pictures all that I know
So afraid to unravel what we’ve made
Out of everything
that changed before our eyes
You see the turning of the tide
bring us back to the shore
Take a photograph
when it starts to fade to black
Someday you might
never know if I was there
It’s the harder that you try
that makes it hard to let go
See the photograph on an empty wall
Pictures of a life I can’t call my own
I need a love that won’t do me wrong
Waiting for the sound of a false alarm
The pictures all that I know
See the photograph
Are the pictures real?
See the photograph
Are the pictures real?
Want the pictures to be real
Want the pictures