i can take you down
and look at you
pull you from the wall
and kiss your image
but it never is the same
you've been a picture in a frame
for over two months now
you've been a voice on the phone
for way to long now
and i can hear you when i want
just call you on the phone
make clear my desire and want
listen to all you are
but it never is the same
you've been a picture in a frame
for more than i care to recall
you've been a voice inside my head
and an echo off our walls
for over two months now
and in two weeks i'll hold you in the airport
and in two weeks i'll forget i even wrote this
and in two weeks you'll be more than a picture in a frame.
