I used to live by the graveyard
It was peaceful at night...

There was a time and a place
Or maybe a person I forget...

Too many pictures and not enough memories
It’s as if the camera lived a life not me...

Somewhere between serenity and understanding
Somehow lost within words we’ll never say...

We made the antidote for suffering
And we choked the pills down yesterday...

I’ve been waiting here a long time
Almost twenty summer suns...

I was raised in a town of killers
But I didn’t see their blades...

I have spent too much of myself
Lamenting the passing of angels...

Maybe it was bopeep that killed her sheep
And maybe there’s a cannibal that looks after...

There’s dead men in the reservoir
In the water that we drink...

Her days have been many
But somehow short...

Two souls inside a picture frame
Nothing changes, always stays the same...