In photographs we define ourselves   Beneath the blanket of fashion   The things we fear the most   Are caught by our eyes in a mirror   We will decompose      Until we have faces   Identity abides   In what we claim is the truth,   Till fact and faith collide      Until we have faces   My heart is set on you.   But time and time again,   My eyes believe in lies.      To desire and dread    A war we can抰 explain.   One fights to remember   Another to forget himself   A face we own forever,   But our heart can always change.