Phosphorescent 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
