Picture Elvis Testo

she breathes through the book
measures a picture there
picks up a knife
cuts it to wallet size
now she has lived
now she has breathed
now shes tasted heaven
but the trip doesn't sting
and all she wanted was a phtograph
rain on my tongue feels like i'm tasting god
silver and gold drinking the riches up
back to the night
and if died i'm going to ask my questions on the other side
and all she wanted was a photograph

mask of the city hangs in mock deliberation
i step outside the wire
while the sun strips off my cocaine
bent like a banshee
while my cup is overflowing
another brutal ending
i know i'm am animal story telling

and she breathes through the book
said that she never knew
questions is easy
but the answer is hard to take
the binding cracks
the words will fade but she keeps the picture in the frame that she make
and all she wanted was a photograph