| Simple places, children's faces, an ordinary day | |
| I never knew that a sky so blue could take me so far away | |
| But you were there, without a care, my one and only friend | |
| Summertime on the county line, was the beginning of the end | |
| When we lived in the photograph | |
| There was nothing left | |
| To stem the overflow | |
| Fallen angels get torn apart | |
| I can take the pain but I cannot take it slow | |
| I remember it was late December and the walls were closing in | |
| You loved pretending that this life's neverending, but the line was wearing thin | |
| Everyone was trying but I knew you were dying and we never shared a lie | |
| At the end of the day I felt you slip away but I could not say goodbye | |
| When we lived in the photograph | |
| There was nothing left | |
| To stem the overflow | |
| Fallen angels get torn apart | |
| I can take the pain but I cannot take it slow | |
| When we lived in the photograph | |
| There was nothing left | |
| To stem the overflow | |
| Fallen angels get torn apart | |
| I can take the pain but I cannot take it slow |