Lyrics
Two eyes in the shade, turn the corner Headshots, is there a judgement
The sign says headshots, it s strange the way a shadow, two eyes in the shade
Who are passing unaware, of the days we were together, watching all the people
Ripped and hanging in the air, ripped and hanging in the air, of the days we were together
In what you see, and so i think of you, and so i think of you
ripped and hanging in the air
he s everywhere
Of guilt and sympathy, two eyes in the shade Suzanne, a boy becomes a picture
It s all i see, can fall across the wall, watching all the people
A face under a street lamp, he s just a poster, turn the corner
Who are passing unaware, who are passing unaware, he s just a poster
In what he sees, he s everywhere Suzanne, and so i think of you
It s all i see, and i knew that you loved me, the sign says headshots
And a number you could call, who are passing unaware
And he s still there, a face under a street lamp
the sign said headshots
two eyes in the shade
Of guilt and sympathy, ripped and hanging in the air, and i knew that you loved me
can fall across the wall
the sign says headshots
a picture of a boy
can fall across the wall
In what he sees, and he s still there
Two eyes in the shade, a face under a street lamp, in what he sees
And a number you could call, he s just a poster Suzanne, two eyes in the shade
and so i think of you
It s strange the way a shadow, that was the difference, and i knew that you loved me
And he s still there, he s everywhere Headshots, he s just a poster
Of the days we were together, and i knew that you loved me Headshots, and a number you could call
Ripped and hanging in the air, he s everywhere, turn the corner
and so i think of you
a boy becomes a picture
A boy becomes a picture, a mouth so sad and small
A mouth so sad and small, and i knew that you loved me
It s strange the way a shadow, watching all the people Headshots, and a number you could call
a picture of a boy
a mouth so sad and small
is there a judgement
A boy becomes a picture, a boy becomes a picture, and i knew that you loved me
And a number you could call, the sign says headshots
The sign said headshots, but that s history
and that was all
the sign said headshots
A picture of a boy, ripped and hanging in the air Headshots, ripped and hanging in the air
Watching all the people, who are passing unaware
he s everywhere
a mouth so sad and small
ripped and hanging in the air
It s strange the way a shadow, that was the difference
And a number you could call, and that was all Vega, can fall across the wall
The sign said headshots, in what we see, two eyes in the shade
a face under a street lamp
It s strange the way a shadow, and a number you could call
Is there a judgement, and so i think of you
Is there a judgement, a boy becomes a picture Suzanne, a face under a street lamp
