i found a picture on the floor the one i gave you just weeks before fore you found out i was untrue i made a picture of me and you i laid the pieces out on the table i thought that maybe i d be able to sow the memory once again alter the picture to what had been my tears are wasted i can t return to the beginning when passion burned and there s no picture in all the land that can right the wrong wrong man so i must go now go far away i ll take no pictures of yesterday she ll be better that s her claim when i m a memory in a broken picture frame when i m a memory in a broken picture frame