Photographs (Marble Sounds)

I don't need, nerves of steel I can resist a gentle tease If it's a test, I can be tough If it's a bluff, I'm not impressed You closed the books, I'm off the hook You left a stress, I can't fool less I must confess, I have no fear But neither did guts, my dear I picture your photographs, I'm dying here and I don't know why I picture the clothes you have The blush you felt, but I won't ask why I picture you're somewhere else, the story ends But I don't know how If only the timing had been right I'm backing up, my favorite shots It's not a lot, but all I got Give me a scheme, cause as it seems I'm running out of good ideas I'm risk of hurts, I don't jump first I'm taking out of each I've learned So no more loss, I let it go I'll take things nice and slow I picture your photographs, I'm dying here and I don't know why I picture the clothes you have The blush you felt, but I won't ask why I picture you're somewhere else, the story ends But I don't know how If only the timing had been right You cut me out, you cut me out You cut me out, you cut me out You cut me out, you cut me out You cut me out, you cut me out You cut me out, you cut me out You cut me out, you cut me out I picture your photographs, I'm dying here and I don't know why I picture the clothes you have The blush you felt, but I won't ask why I picture you're somewhere else, the story ends But I don't know how If only the timing had been right