fistful of love

I was lying in my bed last night
Staring at a ceiling full of stars
When it suddenly hit me
I just have to let you know how I feel...

we live together in a photograph of time

(I feel your fists, and I know it's out of love.
And I feel the whip, and I know it's out of love.
I feel your burning eyes, burning holes

straight through my heart)