A PICTURE OF OUR TORN UP PRAISE
i don’t want to take and baby i don’t want to break and baby
i don’t want to try and make you anyway
i just want to lie down, tell my crazy brains to lie down
and then fall away
i won’t be alone i won’t be waiting by the phone
i won’t be dreaming of you dreaming of me anyway
tell me where you’ve been and i will tell you where i’ve been
it will be all ok
i don’t have a home it’s not a chain it’s not a throne
it’s just a picture of a picture tossed and torn away
of anger on your face still not as strange and not as brave
as when you turned away
i won’t be the one when all is said and all is done
i won’t be breathing like you breathe into the light of day
i’ll be in the yard still taking pictures in the dark
of all our torn up praise
leave me not alone i won’t be chased i won’t be thrown
i won’t be bleeding for you bleeding for me everyday
tell me where you’ve been and i will tell you where i’ve been
it will be all ok