Simple places, children's faces, an ordinary day
 I never knew that a sky so blue could take me so far away
 But you were there, without a care, my one and only friend
 Summertime on the county line, was the beginning of the end

 When we lived in the photograph
 There was nothing left
 To stem the overflow
 Fallen angels get torn apart
 I can take the pain but I cannot take it slow

 I remember it was late December and the walls were closing in
 You loved pretending that this life's neverending, but the line was wearing thin
 Everyone was trying but I knew you were dying and we never shared a lie
 At the end of the day I felt you slip away but I could not say goodbye

 When we lived in the photograph
 There was nothing left
 To stem the overflow
 Fallen angels get torn apart
 I can take the pain but I cannot take it slow

 When we lived in the photograph
 There was nothing left
 To stem the overflow
 Fallen angels get torn apart
 I can take the pain but I cannot take it slow