Oh

Oh

Oh

Pho-

to-

graphs

of

you

are

still

haunt-

ing

my

halls

Still

framed

and

blue,

say

no-

thing

at

all

Sac-

ri-

fice

my-

self,

leave

me

dead

in

the

sun

Put

it

on

a

shelf,

leave

it

there

for

e-

very-

one

to

see

Is

that

all

you

have?

Is

that

all

you

have

to

say?

Ly-

ing

on

the

bed-

room

floor

Hang-

ing

on

the

words

that

you

said

be-

fore

No

heart,

no

heart

to

speak

of

Dy-

ing

on

the

bath-

room

floor

Think-

ing

of

the

life

that

we

had

be-

fore

No

heart,

no

heart

to

speak

of

No-

thing

left

but

scars

clawed

a-

way

at

my

heart

On

a

crum-

b-

ling

edge,

watch

me

fal-

ling

a-

part

Feel

the

birds

of

prey

cir-

cle

o-

ver

our

home

Vul-

tures

in

the

ash,

se-

pa-

ra-

ting

skin

from

bone

Is

that

all

you

have?

Is

that

all

you

have

to

say?

Ly-

ing

on

the

bed-

room

floor

Hang-

ing

on

the

words

that

you

said

be-

fore

No

heart,

no

heart

to

speak

of

Dy-

ing

on

the

bath-

room

floor

Think-

ing

of

the

life

that

we

had

be-

fore

No

heart,

no

heart

to

speak

of

And

I

think

one

day

And

I

think

one

day

We'll

both

just

fade

a-

way

And

I

think

one

day

We'll

pay

for

our

mis-

takes

And

I

think

one

day

I'm

gon-

na

slip

a-

way

Ly-

ing

on

the

bed-

room

floor

Hang-

ing

on

the

words

that

you

said

be-

fore

No

heart,

no

heart

to

speak

of

Dy-

ing

on

the

bath-

room

floor

Think-

ing

of

the

life

that

we

had

be-

fore

No

heart,

no

heart

to

speak

of