The Lines (Faderhead)

Every picture tells a thousand words It's the image inside that hurts Would you shine into my empty soul Time to take what is left - and go Spinning the tales And bending the nails Watching the photoframes Fall from my walls Lost count of the trains Leading towards you But the lines end too soon Every picture tells a thousand words It's the echo in your mind that hurts Forever's always just a footstep away Forever is a moment trapped by frame