The sign said "Headshots"
And that was all,
picture of a boy
And a number you could call,
Two eyes in the shade
mouth so sad and small,
It s strange the way a shadow
Can fall across the wall, 
And make the difference 
In what you see
Ah... 

He s just a poster, but
He s everywhere,
face under a street lamp
Ripped and hanging in the air,
Turn the corner
And he s still there,
Watching all the people
Who are passing unaware,
Is there a judgement
In what he sees?
Ah... 

On a day
As cold
And gray
As today...

The sign says "Headshots"
It s all I see,
boy [bad word] a picture
Of guilt and sympathy,
And so I think of you 
In memory
Of the days we were together,
And I knew that you loved me
That was the difference
In what we see,
But that s history...
Ah...