The Lines

Every picture tells a thousand words

It's the image inside that hurts

Would you shine into my empty soul

Time to take what is left - and go

Spinning the tales

And bending the nails

Watching the photoframes

Fall from my walls

Lost count of the trains

Leading towards you

But the lines end too soon

Every picture tells a thousand words

It's the echo in your mind that hurts

Forever's always just a footstep away

Forever is a moment trapped by frame