Letra de This Picture (Acoustic Version / Live at RTL2 France)
I hold an image by the ashtray girl Of cigarette burns on my chest I wrote a poem that described her world And put our friendship to the testAnd late at night Whilst on all fours She used to watch me kiss the floor What's wrong with this picture? What's wrong with this picture?Farewell the ashtray girl Forbidden snowflake Beware this troubled world Watch out for earthquakes Goodbye to open sores To broken semaphore You know we miss her We miss her pictureSometimes it's fated We disintegrated For fear of growing old Sometimes it's fated We assassinated For fear of growing oldFarewell the ashtray girl Angelic fruitcake Beware this troubled world Control your intake Goodbye to open sores Goodbye and furthermore You know we miss her We miss her pictureSometimes it's fated We disintegrated For fear of growing old Sometimes it's fated We assassinated For fear of growing oldAnd hang on Though we try It's gone And hang on Though we try It's goneSometimes it's fated We disintegrated For fear of growing old Sometimes it's fated We assassinated For fear of growing old I can't stop growing oldI can't stop growing old Can't stop growing old I can't stop growing old Can't stop growing old