Where did my father find this photograph?
Where is the spite, the narrowed eyes?
She was so beautiful in black and white.
Anywhere else, would I recognize this smile is it like mine?
Was this before she died.
We're making the best of it.
Prehistory in tacked up Polaroids.
Some proof of a life.
Nothing survived.
Anger like amber where they're fossilized.
Maybe I like the way it dulls the light.
Anesthetized.
Were we ever alive?
Draw the blinds.
It's so cold inside the surgeon's house tonight.
Where did my father find this photograph? Where is the spite, the narrowed eyes? She was so beautiful in black and white. Anywhere else, would I recognize this smile is it like mine? Was this before she died. We're making the best of it. Prehistory in tacked up Polaroids. Some proof of a life. Nothing survived. Anger like amber where they're fossilized. Maybe I like the way it dulls the light. Anesthetized. Were we ever alive? Draw the blinds. It's so cold inside the surgeon's house tonight.
I'm pretty sure that's how the lyrics go.