Just a dawning of a new day
Morning through his stained sheets
Someone lies in a poster
Oh, he shows no
repentance
Skinny boy undercover
Caught in his finer years
Slit of light shines his fingers
Takes in view his lonely
mouth
A glimpse of joy
Fron the small things of his life
Waiting to succomb another day
A pill of bliss
A trail of sun
between their harms
Standin' here for my last photograph
In the deafness of his silence
Dust moves in a empty space, its secret
is safe,
He heals the wounds to make they cry again
Looking the hole in the grey floor
He licks his wounds secretly
He used to
lose all ambitions
Floating through the waves of past
Pictures clothes, memories that hold him far away
Not a sunday comes in
sorrow
Failure makes a common day
Who has no grace
Loves the small things of his life
There's no world but this one
today
With tired eyes
We have passed through this night
Standin' here for our last photograph