a song that i wrote, words, music and all paint on your face and center's a little stray that's okay, it makes a good photo anyway and anyway, if i had a better aim we never would have seen that man in the back do that thing and sometimes the down gets a little crazy without Vincent with his one ear, two eyes, and one nose no one knows where the ages go well the ages brought us here whispering secrets never learned i guess our best bet, dear, would be just to let it burn from here building lights burn like a hundred candles in some church darlin', we were fallin' so i lit one for what it's worth paint on my face, and the picture's washed away that's okay, it makes a good story anyway and anyway we'll just wait until the rain has gone away and then we'll paint another one no one ever said we needed a savior no one ever said the buildings were comin' down and all around, the fools tryin' to find a way find a way to simpler days just like yesterday well, yesterday's what got us here and i don't remember simple, dear i guess our best bet's just to keep on moving on from here building lights burn like a hundred candles in some church darlin', we were fallin' so i lit one for what it's worth use those hands you've been hiding sing it, na na na na na na na na na na na na you've been gone far too long the paint's long washed off the picture we made is gone but sometimes i still look at that photograph