On The Wall (song)

=============== ON THE WALL

(song - Celtic fiddle tune)

 You took a photo of me
  You posed me just so
 My skin scraped, my clothes torn
  Behind me was a window
 And outside was a world
  We could only barely know
 
 I snapped a photo of you too
  Back when you were happy
 In the sun with your shirt off
  Your light eyes like canapes
 Just a small scar on your arm
  I shot it on a Saturday
 
 We bedded with closed eyes
  Burnt from seawater and sun
 I tasted exhaustion in your sweat
  Forgiveness in the morning
 You tasted foreboding in my kiss
  Together, we were alone

[instrumental break]

 Our pictures hang on the wall
  Overlooking our thrashings
 We intertwine below the past
  We embrace against the present
 We doggy-fuck for the future
  As if there was a future

 Our pictures hang on the wall
  We both smile a little
 We're both still alive
  And working on riddles
 And I still have the camera
  And you still play your fiddle

[instrumental fade]