Our picture perfect moment is spoilt by the frame: dusty and falling apart, like we were that day.
I still remember forcing a smile for the camera.
So don’t be surprised if it hurts when your mind wanders back to the earth.
I’d move a mountain for you, but then you would say that there’s nothing to climb.
You say the sky isn’t blue, searching for clouds even when the sun shines.
Cutting out wide open spaces.
I can’t forgive or forget while you’re throwing stones.
Peace comes to us, only when we take off our clothes…
Hmm I wonder, how long passion can silence the thunder?
So don’t be surprised if it hurts when it fades, it will flatten the earth.
Cutting out wide open spaces.