"Sell The Frame" lyrics
"Sell The Frame"
Where are you?
And how did ever you find me here?
I get confused
Watching my hands like I'm so scared
I feel confused
I've gone from the house where we first met
When you're gone I will forget
Sell the frame and I am on the way
With nothing better
Board the train and you'll be fast asleep
It's never different
Sell the frame but don't forget
The pictures are worthless, when it's wet
Sell the frame and I am on the way
Where are you?
Does it hurt you to laugh, knowing that I'll be gone?
So long, it's wrong
The blinds on our faces that we've drawn
There's no lamp
Or flood light to show what I can't see
It's what you stole from me
Sell the frame and I am on my way
With nothing different
Sell the frame and
But never better
Sell but don't forget
The picture is worthless when it's wet
Sell the frame and I am on my way
On the tracks we've got less left
She cannot see me, out in her sky
Sell the frame and I am on my way
With nothing different
Sell the frame and I'll be back asleep
But never better
Sell the frame but don't forget
The picture's worthless when it's wet
Sell the frame and I am on my way
Where are you?
Does it hurt you to know
I'm gone?
So long
Writer(s): Joshua Kenneth Partington
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