Pictures of Nothing

Remember the day that we met in the park

where the sunlight and shadow entwined?

That picture looked perfect, more perfect than art,

but I wish, on that day, I'd been blind.

Remember the night that we lay in the stars

in a pose for each flash in the sky?

I told you I loved you. You said you did too,

but the best you could do was pretend it was true.

You know, I used to smile every time that my eyes

found the pictures of both of us framed on the wall,

but the way that you look at him makes me feel sick.

Now, they're pictures of nothing at all.

美好似乎那么遥远，珍惜眼下的才是最美好的

When I borrowed a lens, it was easy to see

we were hanging together by threads.

I asked you for glue to secure what was left,

but you gave me the scissors instead.

All of my friends claim to know how I feel

and they say I'll get better each day.

I know that they're right, but you're hard to erase

and each day is an hourglass floating in space.

You know, I used to smile every time that my eyes

found the pictures of both of us framed on the wall,

but the way that you look at him makes me feel sick.

Now, they're pictures of nothing at all.

I used to smile every time that my eyes

found the pictures of both of us framed on the wall,

but the way that you look at him makes me feel sick.

Now, they're pictures of nothing at all.

I used to smile every time that my eyes

found the pictures of both of us framed on the wall,

but the way that you look at him makes me feel sick.

Now, they're pictures of nothing at all.