The Slow Song

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