Text: Strangelove. Elin's Photograph.

Calling out for someone to take this all away
Calling out for anyone to make it go away
Try to kill the picture, the flowers in her hair
Or taking shots of anything so I don't have to care

Staring at a paper cup
The emptiness inside
She's going high someday
She's going high someday

Living with a photograph is really not the same
I've kept it in the suitcase where no one ever came
Watching other insects as they feel around my walls
They say that taking anything don't change a thing at all

Stare again, the photograph
The plastic is her mind
She's going high someday
She's going high someday
Crawls up the walls, yes, she crawls up the walls

Staring at my body
Christ, it isn't mine at all

Crying out for someone to make it go away
To take away this photograph so I can live again

Staring at the plastic cups
The emptiness inside
She's going high someday
She's going high someday

Crawls up the walls
Yes, she crawls up the walls

Now I'm waiting for that day
Yes, I'm waiting here that day