Placebo - This Picture lyrics
[Placebo - This Picture lyrics]
I hold an image of the ashtray girl
Of cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
And put our friendship to the test
And late at night whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture?
Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores to broken semaphore
You know we miss her we miss her picture
Sometimes it's fated disintegrated
For fear of growing old sometimes it's fated
Assassinated for fear of growing old
Farewell the ashtray girl angelic fruitcake
Beware this troubled world
Control your intake goodbye to open sores
Goodbye and furthermore you know we miss her
We miss her picture
Sometimes it's fated disintegrated
For fear of growing old sometimes it's fated
Assassinated for fear of growing old
Hang on though we try
It's gone hang on
Though we try it's gone
Sometimes it's fated disintegrated
For fear of growing old sometimes it's fated
Assassinated for fear of growing old
Can’t stop growing old
Can’t stop growing old
Can’t stop growing old
Can’t stop growing old
Can’t stop growing old
Of cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
And put our friendship to the test
And late at night whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture?
Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores to broken semaphore
You know we miss her we miss her picture
Sometimes it's fated disintegrated
For fear of growing old sometimes it's fated
Assassinated for fear of growing old
Farewell the ashtray girl angelic fruitcake
Beware this troubled world
Control your intake goodbye to open sores
Goodbye and furthermore you know we miss her
We miss her picture
Sometimes it's fated disintegrated
For fear of growing old sometimes it's fated
Assassinated for fear of growing old
Hang on though we try
It's gone hang on
Though we try it's gone
Sometimes it's fated disintegrated
For fear of growing old sometimes it's fated
Assassinated for fear of growing old
Can’t stop growing old
Can’t stop growing old
Can’t stop growing old
Can’t stop growing old
Can’t stop growing old