Fool In The Photograph

(альбом: The Rising Tide - 2000)

Me and the fool in the photograph
A soul many times revealed
The scars only half concealed

I wonder how many days I'll bleed
With the words I refuse to form
Now I will be free
But lately I refuse you

With these arms I will break through you
Wait only to see you far removed

No more the fool in the photograph
That night chained in your embrace
Day dawned and I saw your face

I wonder how many days I'll bleed
With the words I begin to form:
Now I will be free

Lately I refuse you
With these arms I will break through you
Wait only to see you far removed

Wasting time you tell the story still
Made your mind you're chasing the moon
Making scars among the glory
Still you're pulling down
Wasting time you tell the story
Some kind of magic
I've waited here all too long...