The photograph is smiling from the wall
In dusted hallways she’s careful not to fall
Stumbling through the memories
Of her once lived life upon a time
She’s searching for the door
She’s always fine
There’s always time in here
In boxes packed the past a way but still
They tower high can’t see their end
So you wont misunderstand
Now everything is clear
So it’s all said and done
Like a fugitive on the run
Like a starved animal
Like a loaded gun
All the same the echoes still sustain
Through the cracks they all come back again
And if you’re trying not to scratch
They change their face to something else
You cannot recognize
So it’s all done and gone
Like a fugitive on the run
Like a starved animal
Like a loaded gun
