Lyrics

Old photographs, before I even knew my own name I carry it, I carry it around All these boxes, but none of them will hold me Oh lord, at least I have her hands Finds me in the night, fear underneath my collar What I know is right and what I know the world is Haunted by design and the myth of the real thing But I don't even mind, at all, when she's around Late night, just me and the moonshine painting Half life, I carry it around All these boxes but none of them will hold me Oh Lord at least I have her hands All these boxes but none of them will hold me Oh Lord at least I have her hands All these walls but they can't keep out the devil Oh Lord, at least I have her hands Finds me in the night, fear underneath my collar What I know is right and what I know the world is Haunted by design and the myth of the real thing But I don't even mind, at all, when she's around Old photographs, before I even knew my own name I carry it, I carry it around