PICTURE ELVIS

She breathes through the book 
Measures a picture there 
Picks up a knife 
Cuts it to wallet size 

Now she has lived 
Now she has breathed 
And now she's tasted heaven but the trip doesn't sting 
And all she wanted was a photograph 

Rain on my tongue 
Feels like I'm tasting God 
Silver and gold 
Drinking the riches up 

Back to the night 
And if I died 
I'm gonna ask my questions on the other side 
And all she wanted was a photograph 

Mask of the city hangs in mock deliberation 
I step outside the wire while the sun strips off my cocaine 
Bent like a banshee while my cup is overflowing 
Another brutal ending I know I'm an animal story telling 

And she breathes through the book 
Said that she never knew 
Question is easy 
But the answer is hard to take 

The binding cracks 
And the words will fade 
But she keeps the picture in the frame that she made 
And all she wanted was a photograph