She breathes through the book
Measures a picture there
Picks up a knife
Cuts it to wallet size
Now she has lived, now she has breathed
And now she's tasted heaven
But the trip doesn't sting
And all she wanted was a photograph
Rain on my tongue
Feels like I'm tasting God
Silver and gold
Drinking the riches up
Back to the night and if I died
I'm gonna ask my questions
On the other side
And all she wanted was a photograph
Mask of the city hangs in mock deliberation
I step outside the wire while
The sun strips off my cocaine
Bent like a banshee while my cup is overflowing
Another brutal ending I know
I'm an animal story telling
And she breathes through the book
Said that she never knew
Question is easy
But the answer is hard to take