This is the clock up on the wall.

This is the story of us all.

This is the first sound of a new born child,

before he starts to crawl.

This is the war that’s never won.

This is the soldier and his gun.

This is the mother waiting by the father,

praying for the son.

Pictures of you.

Pictures of me.

Hung up on your wall,

For the world to see.

Pictures of you.

Pictures of me.

Remind us all,

of what we used to be.

There is a drug that cures it all.

Blocked by the governmental wall.

We are the scientists inside the lab,

just waiting for the call.

This earthquake weather,

has got me shaken.

Inside I’m high up and dry

Pictures of you.

Pictures of me.

Hung up on your wall,

For the world to see.

Pictures of you.

Pictures of me.

Remind us all,

of what we used to be.

Confess to me,

every secret moment,

every stolen promise you believe.

Confess to me,

all the lies between us,

all the lies between you and me.

We are the boxes in the ring.

We are the bells that never sing.

There is a title we can’t win,

no matter how hard we might swing.

Pictures of you.

Pictures of me.

Hung up on your wall,

For the world to see.

Pictures of you.

Pictures of me.

Remind us all,

of what we could have been.

Pictures of you.

Pictures of me.

Hung up on your wall,

For the world to see.

Pictures of you.

Pictures of me.

Remind us all,

of what we could have been.

could have been.

we could have been.

Pictures of you.
Pictures of me.

Remind us all,

of what we could have been.

could have been.