I was out in a boat at sea
And the ghosts were laughing
Cause my life was trivial
Compared to theirs
Fell asleep and the stars were out
Really nothing special
Just me and the ocean just as lost as found
And there's no light in messing up
I'm getting tired
And all worn out
No there's no light in messing up
Here we go
I won't be a photograph
I won't be a photograph
Oh no
I was caught in a bad trip once
Where my room was burning
And my hair was weaved into a tangled web
What you done?
What you done to me?
I've got that feeling once again
Like I've been sleeping since I was a child
And there's no life in messing up
I'm getting tired
And all worn out
There's no life in messing up
Here we go
I won't be a photograph
I won't be a photograph
I won't be a photograph
I won't be a photograph
Oh no
