The picture frames hold broken cement All the wind brings is hollow content The memories you gave me are tied up with a bow While all the promises are as far as you can throw Woah, the kid with the chipped guitar He doesn't know where the month will go And woah, the girl on the pedestal She shows him a way to let his words flow The corners full of firewood Monsters in the closet are up to no good Stay out of the rainfall, you're sure to stay dry Watch the cars and the clouds as they pass on by Woah, the kid with the chipped guitar He doesn't know where the month will go And woah, the girl on the pedestal She shows him a way to let his words flow And the wooden box on the bottom shelf It calls to be opened but there's no one around