Portraits

Read them like a book Pick out all the pages Don't skip to the end It's not about your looks Guns of holy nature Feeding on to sin Oh, oh-oh 'Cause I lay beside you Don't turn around Take all of those mistakes Crush them in a ball Roll it up that hill A thousand hands will take you Where you mean to Reinforce your will Oh, oh-oh 'Cause I lay beside you Don't turn around Oh, oh-oh Now with you, always Don't turn around Oh, oh-oh Now with you, always Oh, oh-oh Now with you, always