Picture Elvis

<br>She breathes through the book<br>Measures a picture there<br>Picks up the knife<br>Cuts it to wallet size<br>Now she has lived<br>Now she has breathed<br>Now she`s tasted heaven but the trip doesn`t sting<br>And all she wanted was a photograph<br>Rain on my tongue<br>Feels like I`m tasting god<br>Silver and gold<br>Drinking the riches up<br>Back to the night<br>And if I died<br>I`m going to ask my questions on the other side<br>And all she wanted was a photograph<br>Mask of the city hangs in mock deliberation<br>I step outside the wire while the sun strips off my cocaine<br>Bent like a banshee while my cup is overflowing<br>Another brutal ending I know I`m an animal story telling<br>And she breathes through the book<br>Said that she never knew<br>Question is easy<br>But answer is hard to take<br>The binding cracks<br>The words will fade<br>But she keeps the picture in the frame that she made<br>And all she wanted was a photograph...