Its Always About The Money - The Photo Atlas

The lights flash on a broken TV screen

Shattered glass and a crooked picture frame

The clock stops ticking back and forth

I’m sure it’s hard enough to sleep without this

Constant heartbeat

The last time I saw her she was on

She felt the same to me but I was wrong

I’m not trying to sell her anything

I found a place to hide

I wanted to tell her everything

It breaks my fucking heart

I’m not gonna sell her anything

I found a place to hide

I wanted to tell her everything

It breaks my fucking heart

Cross paths in slow motion

Windows down

Long enough for us to meet

And then I was gone

If it’s not obvious by now

She is my mystery

And I can’t slow down

I can’t slow down

The last time I saw her she was face down

She looked the same to me but I was wrong

I’m not trying to sell her anything

I found a place to hide

I wanted to tell her everything

It breaks my fucking heart

I’m not gonna sell her anything

I found a place to hide

I wanted to tell her everything

It breaks my fucking heart

It’s always about the money!

Let’s go!