This is a picture of the last time
This is the way to my house
This is the front porch where I met you
Before our time started running out
And pulling the curtain
With the closing of our eyes
I don't want to leave your side
With the closing of our eyes
I don't want to leave your side
Paint the dusty air red with your motion
Brush your fingers 'gainst a fleeting sky
Night is falling here and pulling the curtain
With the closing of our eyes
If I had known this was the last time
I would have asked you how you felt
Now I'm feeling for the first time
How it feels to be without
With the closing of our eyes
I don't want to leave your side
With the closing of our eyes
I don't want to leave your side
Paint the dusty air red with your motion
Brush your fingers 'gainst a fleeting sky
Night is falling here and pulling the curtain
With the closing of our eyes
Is this a picture of the last time
I just don't know
I just don't know

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