Take all your photographs Throw them into the fire And find all your mirrors and take them too And shake off the dust and the dirt Clean your hands and your faces And hold back your tears until it's through 'Cause the photographs I've taken only blur the faces out And my mind can't seem to hold onto anyone And if I hold my hands out to the people that I've met Do they hesitate to touch me? Is it all just in my head? But I don't think so And I don't think at all And I don't know you But I don't know anyone And take all my oxygen Take my lungs and my insides And find all of my teeth, you can have them too 'Cause the only words I've spoken are to get me back to bed And my hands can't seem to hold onto anyone And if I close my eyelids for a moment I can rest But am I listening for my heartbeat? Is there something in my chest? And I don't think so And I don't think at all And I don't know you But I don't know anyone And your eyes won't open But you're already there And your eyes won't open But you're already there Sweet thing, your eyes are too tired Believe me, you don't wanna see the world The world outside I could take your picture now Or I could leave you out and we could stay right here We could paint a picture now Or we can turn it into something else right here