Old photographs, before I even knew my own name.
I carry it, I carry it around.
All these boxes, but none of them will hold me.
Oh lord, at least I have her hands.
Finds me in the night, fear underneath my collar.
What I know is right and what I know the world is.
Haunted by design and the myth of the real thing.
But I don't even mind, at all, when she's around.
Late night, just me and the moonshine painting.
Half life, I carry it around.
All these boxes but none of them will hold me.
Oh Lord at least I have her hands.
All these boxes but none of them will hold me.
Oh Lord at least I have her hands.
All these walls but they can't keep out the devil.
Oh Lord, at least I have her hands.
Finds me in the night, fear underneath my collar.
What I know is right and what I know the world is.
Haunted by design and the myth of the real thing.
But I don't even mind, at all, when she's around.
Old photographs, before I even knew my own name.
I carry it, I carry it around.