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Text: Phosphorescent. A Picture Of Our Torn Up Praise.

I don?t want to take and baby I don?t want to break and baby
I don?t want to try and make you anyway
I just want to lie down, tell my crazy brains to lie down
And then fall away

I won?t be alone I won?t be waiting by the phone
I won?t be dreaming of you dreaming of me anyway
Tell me where you?ve been and I will tell you where I?ve been
It will be all ok

I don?t have a home it?s not a chain it?s not a throne
It?s just a picture of a picture tossed and torn away
Of anger on your face still not as strange and not as brave
As when you turned away

I won?t be the one when all is said and all is done
I won?t be breathing like you breathe into the light of day
I?ll be in the yard still taking pictures in the dark
Of all our torn up praise

Leave me not alone I won?t be chased I won?t be thrown
I won?t be bleeding for you bleeding for me everyday
Tell me where you?ve been and I will tell you where I?ve been
It will be all ok