Small Black - Photojournalist lyrics

What had become of the woman Who lingered around In the photo? The daughter of Diane Would never, ever be bound To the basic To rise up again Rise up again Like a ghost I saw it Rise up again Rise up again Like a ghost Here with me You will Stop, I'm not ready to know Who she was Stop, I'm not ready to know Who she was There is a difference between What you want them to know And what they have to know There in the mirror Reality never was found From the waist up To rise up again Rise up again Like a ghost It started to Rise up again Rise up again Like a ghost Here with me You will Stop, I'm not ready to know Who she was Stop, I'm not ready to know Who she was