Lonely mess - staring out a window pane, sitting on an unmade bed,
Thinking with an un-made up mind about the things I can't forget,
You've gone but you never left.
And now I'm only a frame...a frame without a photograph,
If only once someone...someone would fill me up.
How can I bear this nightmare that I cannot tear from the everyday I wear, over and over?
Like a B-movie - the kind you wouldn't want to see.
Now I'm only a frame...a frame without a photograph,
If only once someone...someone would fill me up,
I am only a frame...a frame without a photograph.
Fill me up,
Fill me up,
Fill me up,
Fill me up.
Now I've got a need to be met by someone that I've not met yet,
I've got shadows, I've got silhouettes, but haven't the frame nor the framework.
I am only a frame...just a frame without a photograph,
If only once someone...someone would fill me up,
I am only a frame...just a frame without a photograph,
If only once someone...someone would fill me up,
I am only a frame...just a frame without a photograph,
If only once someone...someone would fill me up,
Now I'm only a frame...frame without a photograph,
If only once someone...someone would fill me up.
