pictures of you hidden away in a draw, I doubt you want me to have these anymore, I?ve got photographs, I?ve got letters too, I?ve got Images, Images of You
Forget the light, everything has to die All life is pain and all life must end There is no turning back You cannot stop me now Death by my own hands
to hold you all of my days, Hold my head against you, now and for always, Sewn me up, shown us a long, long time; Makes you my life, makes you my life
Spread my wings, take flight into moonlight Im just basking in the sunshine of fates soothing innocence Painting with a personal pallet of moving images I am my lifes editor, you
your bed And if you stay he'll make you walk in your bed To what you're gonna be It never lets you be I see the colour in your eyes I see the images
Forget the light everything has to die All life is pain and all life must end There is no turning back You cannot stop me now Death by my own hands I
spiral has begun Torn by the colour green We keep fighting for the dream Pull back from what you can Then try to understand There?s no melody here Just another image
