Waiting for the changing face of portraiture
Escaping desire that for me is only breaking
The will I have to carry on this heartache
Compounded by the power that you had over me
But little ever lasts
Placing photographs in places that misled me
To memories that promise only heartache
Nothing can be done about the past
You know it can't be done
Do, do, do, do, do, do, but little ever lasts
But you change upon this chance
Ba, da, da, de da, and throw out all that trash that's in your head
Do, do, do, do, do, do, but little ever lasts
But you change upon this chance
Ba, ba, ba, da da, and throw out all that trash that's in your head
Do, do, do, do, do, do, but little ever lasts
But you change upon this chance
Ba, ba, ba, da, da, and throw out all that trash that's in your head