Photos of Nothing

pretending to take photos of a far and distant land
inside your little living room
standing far away from the emptiness at hand
but it’s focused through the shape of the moon
what an escape it is, what an escape it is, what an escape
it’s hard to get away it’s hard to get away
from these photos of nothing

pretending to take photos of the events you didn’t see
but they’re covered in the small town halls
checking out directions to the far and distant seas
now is the time for leaves to fall
what an escape it is, what an escape it is, what an escape
it’s hard to get away it’s hard to get away
from these photos of nothing

and it’s hard for me to tell it’s hard for me to say
but I think that I’m afraid of nothing at stake
like a heart that’s full of doubt bipolar and headed south
and it’s hard me to speak for anybody else
and so I speak for myself and nobody else
yeah but who am I to say when the world won’t go my way
yeah when the world won’t go my way
I try my best to make it stay still for just one whole day
but the photographs just claim they were never meant to save