From the recording Roadside Heretics
Lyrics
Feeling like these photo-scenes
Your world is black and in-between
the paradox you call your life
you stop to cry
I picked up where they left off
and held you 'til you were alive
And now the room is mirror-tricks and dappled light
And if you walk away I won't understand
If you walk away I won't understand
You were like a work of art
that had its canvas torn apart
and found itself an icon
in its disarray
I was just an afterthought
who practised everything he taught
But innocence can sometimes
be an enemy
If you walk away I won't understand
Oh if you walk away I won't understand
Every phase is something new
with your eyes away from mine
Oh this isn't living proof
This is only borrowed time
Feeling like these photo-scenes
Your world is black and in-between
the paradox you call your life
you stop to cry
If you walk away I won't understand
If you walk away I won't understand
I'm here waiting for you
I am here waiting for you
I picked up where they left off
and held you 'til you were alive
But now the room is mirror-tricks and dappled light