you look like a picture
nobody’s taken
caught in the moment
nobody noticed
water is longing
fallen becoming
change is a good thing in itself
purity parted
dearly departed
diamond encased it
subtly waste it
torn at the turnstyle
morning manyana
stone will only turn your heart to wood
i can take the despair, it’s the hope that i can’t stand
and i can wear the clothes of a second hand
you don’t know that your born
you don’t know that you die
don’t know that your low
don’t know that your high
but i can show you a blanket of stars
in the sky
you look like a picture
nobody’s taken
caught in the moment
water is longing
fallen becoming
change is a good thing in itself
purity parted
dearly departed
diamond encased it
subtly wasted
torn at the turnstyle
morning manyana
stone will only turn your heart to wood
stone will only turn your heart to wood
i can take the despair, it’s the hope that i can’t stand
and i can wear the clothes of a secondhand man
