Today I took your picture down
It′s meaning long forgotten now
His welcome worn to weariness
His thousand words all said
A keepsake keeps a love alive
But shrines a form of death
Today I turned my back upon the celebrated face
That stole a piece of every soul that wandered through this place
That seemed so like a living thing
Or turned to face what must have been the artist's joy and pride
Today I took your picture down
That spoke without a sound
The eyes that followed me around
Daring me to try and stare them down
Today I took your picture down
The coolly painted lips that spoke without a sound
The eyes that followed me around
Daring me to try to stare them down
Today I took your picture down
But something soft had gone from it
Grown distant now and cold
Today I took your picture down