Pictures on the Wall Songtext
von Kode9 & The Spaceape
Pictures on the Wall Songtext
I′m getting used to staring at these pictures on the wall
Landscapes impressed next to far off shores
Sweltering vineyards, they stay cool by the door
While others, they replicate our longing for more
I'm getting used to staring at these photos on the wall
Transparent raindrop explodes onto leaf
Pollinating bees, distilled relief or hardened belief
I′m getting used to staring at these pictures on the wall
Eggshell plasterboards infused with personality
Trying hard to deflect from the mundane banality
Of the wheezes and coughs, primaries on drip
As silence perforates the words on everybody's lips
I'm getting used to staring at these flowers on the wall
Tired old perceptions of human introspection
Idyllic turns of phrase trying to unlock or erase
I′m really getting tired of these intrusions on the wall
Invading on my private space in the most public space of all
And I know they wish to transfix me in an illusionary gaze
Transmitting subliminal relaxation as my anxiety fades
I′ve learned to turn away from all these pictures on the wall
Instead I drift to a playground where lie all of my afflictions
There's an emotional slide, a mood swing and frames too high to climb
As day becomes night, they evaporate from sight
And I′ve lost all track of time, I've lost all track of time
And then I count the stars one by one
That′s the picture I have in mind
Landscapes impressed next to far off shores
Sweltering vineyards, they stay cool by the door
While others, they replicate our longing for more
I'm getting used to staring at these photos on the wall
Transparent raindrop explodes onto leaf
Pollinating bees, distilled relief or hardened belief
I′m getting used to staring at these pictures on the wall
Eggshell plasterboards infused with personality
Trying hard to deflect from the mundane banality
Of the wheezes and coughs, primaries on drip
As silence perforates the words on everybody's lips
I'm getting used to staring at these flowers on the wall
Tired old perceptions of human introspection
Idyllic turns of phrase trying to unlock or erase
I′m really getting tired of these intrusions on the wall
Invading on my private space in the most public space of all
And I know they wish to transfix me in an illusionary gaze
Transmitting subliminal relaxation as my anxiety fades
I′ve learned to turn away from all these pictures on the wall
Instead I drift to a playground where lie all of my afflictions
There's an emotional slide, a mood swing and frames too high to climb
As day becomes night, they evaporate from sight
And I′ve lost all track of time, I've lost all track of time
And then I count the stars one by one
That′s the picture I have in mind
Writer(s): Steve Goodman, Stephen Samuel Gordon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com