I was out in a boat at sea And the ghosts were laughing Cause my life was trivial Compared to theirs Fell asleep and the stars were out Really nothing special Just me and the ocean just as lost as found And there's no light in messing up I'm getting tired And all worn out No there's no light in messing up Here we go I won't be a photograph I won't be a photograph Oh no I was caught in a bad trip once Where my room was burning And my hair was weaved into a tangled web What you done? What you done to me? I've got that feeling once again Like I've been sleeping since I was a child And there's no life in messing up I'm getting tired And all worn out There's no life in messing up Here we go I won't be a photograph I won't be a photograph I won't be a photograph I won't be a photograph Oh no