Lyrics
Turn those pictures face down
Clammy hands on your skin
And the dirty nails
We were seventeen then
When I said those words
They were hurried and eager
Pulling at your clothes
I never betrayed that hunger
Yet you still dance with this old man
Yet you still dance with this old man
Turn those pictures face down
I can't forget any of it
Like an old man
I live it all over again
And how this old man clings
To that breath inside him
And how this old man sinks
How it frees and confines him