You haven't changed at all   Not much does in a frame on a wall   The paper's tarred and brown   If I hold you too close, you blur   Fearing it will fade away in darkness   So throw it overboard   And the next time we hit shore   I will stay behind   But she's washed up on the shore   Her salty spit her pours so pure   Leaves me choking on the sand   And her waves come in again   And she takes my hand   Gotta hold myself away   By blocking out the light of day   I can't hold you the way that I used to.   A picture you truly are   All legs and suicide   And where there's no room for lies   She lies across the breeze   Calling to me   Calling to me