Perfume Genius
Photograph
On the grave
In his place
I take a photograph
In the shade
Where he lays
I paint a portrait
No fantasy
You were meant for me
And I for you
In the clay
Of his shape
I trace an autograph
On the stage
Where he sang
I feel a silhouette
No fantasy
You were meant for me
And I for you
And I for you
From Letras Mania