I take pictures with my eyes To save me from changing times And shuffle my feet up to the door Turn me inside out Waiting for the run-aground But I don't wanna wait here, anymore I get so nervous to look you face to face But I shouldn't worry, if things take the time they take Yeah it's okay... I'm turning over for the second time It's not everyday... Can I get away for a little while \N And just like the ink under my skin I'll be there, when the colors come back again When they come back... So then there it was Spent time in empty parking lots Listening to stories on the news People say 'Let it be' It's all god's, guns, and misery But I don't wanna be the one to lose