Portraits

Read them like a book
Pick out all the pages
Don't skip to the end
It's not about your looks
Guns of holy nature
Feeding on to sin

Oh, oh-oh
'Cause I lay beside you
Don't turn around

Take all of those mistakes
Crush them in a ball
Roll it up that hill
A thousand hands will take you
Where you mean to
Reinforce your will

Oh, oh-oh
'Cause I lay beside you
Don't turn around
Oh, oh-oh
Now with you, always
Don't turn around

Oh, oh-oh
Now with you, always
Oh, oh-oh
Now with you, always