In photographs we define ourselves Beneath the blanket of fashion The things we fear the most Are caught by our eyes in a mirror We will decompose Until we have faces Identity abides In what we claim is the truth, Till fact and faith collide Until we have faces My heart is set on you. But time and time again, My eyes believe in lies. To desire and dread A war we can't explain. One fights to remember Another to forget himself A face we own forever, But our heart can always change.