Jack Penate › Lyrics › When We Die/Picture Frames

When we die, when we die
When we die, when we die

Will our bones be left in strange lands
And our grave be dug by cold hands?

When we die, when we die
When we die, when we die

Will their tears wash the church away
And their cries smash the stain glass panes?

When we die, when we die

Or will it be another lonely morning for the priest?
No dearly beloved gathered for the deceased

When we die, when we die
Will you cry? Will you cry?

Will you tie ribbons 'round blue flowers
Then you place them to be devoured?

By the sky, when we die
When I die, when I die

Or will it be another lonely morning for the priest?
No dearly beloved gathered for the deceased

When we die, when we die
When I die, when I die
When I die, when I die
When I die, when I die

When things have been said so many times
You repeat back as if you're learning lines
It’s so easy to fall into this trap
'Cause once you get there, you can’t get back

As I get older I wonder what I’ll do
When I make my own choices and they say, "It's up to you"
'Cause right now I’m feeling safe, it's all the same
But in a few years if I’m nowhere it's me to blame, oh, oh, oh, ooh

Picture frames, books and shelves, not afraid by myself
Metal strings, glowing tubes, Bessie Smith Sings The Blues
Key and lock, dirty clothes, misunderstood poet's prose
Dreaming with open minds, repeating back, learning lines
Learning lines, learning lines, learning lines, learning lines

People around seem to have their heads screwed on
But dreaming’s become my life, I’m finding it hard to move on
It’d be so easy if I wanted to charter survey
Knowing my future down to a year or a day, oh, oh, oh, ooh

Picture frame, books and shelves, not afraid by myself
Metal strings, glowing tubes, Bessie Smith Sings The Blues
Key and lock, dirty clothes, misunderstood poet's prose
Dreaming with open minds, repeating back, learning lines
Learning lines, learning lines, learning lines