Now I wait alone, For d**h to come. Faded pictures. So I know, Nowhere to go. So I don't Picture your body, Hearing your voice, And fall into your eyes. (Your eyes) Through crooked lines, The morning light Faded pictures. In my mind, Not scared of d**h. No, I don't Picture your body, Hearing your voice, And fall into your eyes. (Your eyes) Fall into your eyes. (Your eyes) (Your eyes) (Your eyes) (Your eyes)