New love plants a seed
Old house in the trees
Ambitions, transitions
Roll up your sleeves
One by one, the layers peel back
This room is the perfect photograph
Nineteen sixty-three
All eyes on the screen
So pretty, oh pity
So hard to believe
One by one, the layers peel back (now back away)
This room is the perfect photograph (by light of day)
Throw shutters, cover up the cracks (the truth is free)
This room is the perfect photograph (this tale)
One by one, the layers peel back (now back away)
This room is the perfect photograph (by light of day)
Throw shutters, cover up the cracks (the truth is free)
This room is the perfect photograph (this tale)
Of a murder