I finally see the light
Down on the east side
Wasted like a memory
If I had a car
I'd drive
Straight off a bridge
Into the river
It would answer me
Pretty pictures in a magazine
Everybody is so make-believe
It's true
I used to be sad
Now I'm just all the good
You do
You do repeat the past
And nothing's gonna rest
I'll burn all your photographs
The traffic sings the songs
Inviting me in to dodge
A bullet from an empty gun
If I had a car
I'd drive
Straight into the window
Of a bank
I owed money to
Pretty pictures in a magazine
Everybody is so make-believe
It's true
I used to be sad
Now I'm just bored with you
You do repeat the past
And nothing's gonna rest
Nothing's gonna rest





I'll burn all your photographs
The traffic sings the song
You do repeat the past
Nothing's gonna rest
I'll burn all your photographs
You do repeat the past
Nothing's gonna rest
Nothing's gonna rest
I'll burn all your photographs
The traffic sings the song
But oh my word, ain't she so pretty?
Now, there's nothing to make of
Now, no one to wake of
Now, she's starting to break up
Wow!
Pretty pictures in a magazine
Everybody used to make believe it's true
I used to be sad, now I'm just bored with you
You're doomed to repeat the past
Cause nothing's gonna last
I've learned all your photographs
You're doomed to repeat the past
Now, I'm just bored with you
Cause nothing's gonna last
I've learned all your photographs
You're doomed to repeat the past