The Old Pictures

The old pictures
Taken a year ago
Nothing came to slowly
The anger still to grow
It had to grow

You told us stories
Everything about the days
The ones of an older phase
We always had our separate ways
I had to go

The old picture’s stuck here in my mind
The old picture’s stuck here in my mind

But now it’s torn into pieces
A puzzle that would never fit
I hit my head against the wall
I shout my words against the wall
I had to leave the entrance hall
Who sawed at the legs of the chair I’m sitting on

The old pictures
Taken a year ago
Easy come, easy go
Still it’s something we’d know
We have to know

You told us stories
Actually some are true
I recall the good old times
Don’t deny it, it’s all behind
We had to do something

Now the old picture is bound to vanish
The old picture’s bound to vanish

‘Cause now it’s torn into pieces
A puzzle that would never fit
I drown my head in the deepest seas
To catch the soul of my memories
They all shall come down from the trees
Who sawed at the branch of the tree I’m sleeping on

Turn the pages, look at the days
If looks could kill I’d regret anyway
Laugh about a man like me
Reveal your mind – what would I see