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A daytime moon in an empty sky, through our bedroom window frame*

A coffee cup left on the deck, half-filled up with rain

A lonely arm in an unmade bed that you splattered with drops of paint

And me standing there on the front porch steps holding postcards from our pain

Chorus

The pictures of your exhibition came in yesterday’s mail

And so I get to see once more how we managed to fail

The souvenirs of our inhibitions splayed there on the page

Your frigid touch, an empty glass, and all my pointless rage

I can’t stop staring at the one of our son, fallen in the backyard dirt

You framed his head with yellow light, like a halo that’s not quite done

He’s got a busted truck, a face full of mud, and grass stains on his shirt

And you painted us both there in his face, our tears streaming down in the sun

The pictures of your exhibition came in yesterday’s mail

And so I get to see once more how we managed to fail

The souvenirs of our inhibitions splayed there on the page

Your frigid touch, an empty glass, and all my pointless rage

Instrumental Verse

There’s a rainy glaze over everything, battered trees stretching for the sky

Kids playing ball, a street full of cars, a coffee shop’s neon sign

Fire hydrant yellows and new car reds, riding on asphalt gray

And I see it all through your window frame, and you see it all from mine

The pictures of your exhibition came in yesterday’s mail

And so I get to see once more how we managed to fail

The souvenirs of our inhibitions splayed there on the page

Your frigid touch, an empty glass, and all my pointless rage

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