post punk folk rock
I write tunes.
Lyrics
framed and still
I don't know why it is
that I can't seem to take your pictures off my wall
maybe it's 'cause i fear
that when I take them down you won't be anywhere near
It's somehow true but I'd hate it to be
It's not the same without you next to me
Never thought I'd see the day where you and I would have to go our separate way
but I guess you knew all along a day would come when you would have to move on
guess I'll see you on the other side
framed and still on my wall
I think in vain that you will catch me as I fall
and though I should say goodbye
I know my heart will never let it fly
