Me and the fool in the photograph 
soul many times revealed 
The scars only have concealed 

I wonder how many days I'll bleed 
With the words I refuse to form 
Now I will be free 
But lately I refuse you 

With these arms I will break through you 
Wait only to see you far removed 

No more the fool in the photograph 
That night chained in your embrace 
Day dawned and I saw your face 

I wonder how many days I'll bleed 
With the words I begin to form: 
Now I will be free 

Lately I refuse you 
With these arms I will break through you 
Wait only to see you far removed 

Wasting time you tell the story still 
Made your mind you're chasing the moon 
Making scars among the glory 
Still you're pulling down 
Wasting time you tell the story 
Some kind of magic 
I've waited here all too long...