Photochrom

Quiet battles that rage behind our beautiful facades
Great performances we give
Only in the end to feel like frauds
Suffering under a well worn disguise
Defeated by all the frail worn out smiles

Tremble in the passion of our farewell
The selfish need, like a blanket we clutch
Staring into black like some old hanging spell
Tremble in the passion of our farewell
Instead of me it's you hanging by a thread
Pulling together the pieces
I've held on for too long, if only for tonight
We remember every word

Bury us far from this earth
A thousand miles from the shore
Transform death and birth
The first light is hard to ignore
Take me to the dark somewhere I can glow
Tremble in the passion of our farewell

Instead of me it's you hanging by a thread
Pulling together the pieces
I've held on for too long, if only for tonight
We remember every word
Every word you say

Instead of me it's you
Pulling together the pieces
Instead of me it's you hanging by a thread
Pulling together the pieces
I've held on for too long, if only for tonight
We remember every word