Now I wait alone, For death to come. Faded pictures. So I know, Nowhere to go. So I don't Picture your body, Hearing your voice, And fall into your eyes. (Your eyes.) Through crooked lines, The morning light Faded pictures. In my mind, Not scared of death. No, I don't Picture your body, Hearing your voice, And fall into your eyes. (Your eyes.) Fall into your eyes. (Your eyes.) x4
Now I wait alone, For death to come. Faded pictures. So I know, Nowhere to go. So I don't Picture your body, Hearing your voice, And fall into your eyes. (Your eyes.) Through crooked lines, The morning light Faded pictures. In my mind, Not scared of death. No, I don't Picture your body, Hearing your voice, And fall into your eyes. (Your eyes.) Fall into your eyes. (Your eyes.) x4
