She breathes through the book   Measures a picture there   Picks up a knife   Cuts it to wallet size      Now she has lived, now she has breathed   And now she's tasted heaven   But the trip doesn't sting   And all she wanted was a photograph      Rain on my tongue   Feels like I'm tasting God   Silver and gold   Drinking the riches up      Back to the night and if I died   I'm gonna ask my questions   On the other side   And all she wanted was a photograph      Mask of the city hangs in mock deliberation   I step outside the wire while   The sun strips off my cocaine   Bent like a banshee while my cup is overflowing   Another brutal ending I know   I'm an animal story telling      And she breathes through the book   Said that she never knew   Question is easy   But the answer is hard to take      The binding cracks   And the words will fade   But she keeps the picture   In the frame that she made   And all she wanted was a photograph