Picture Elvis (Remastered)

She reads through the book
Measures her picture there
Picks up a knife
Cuts it to wallet size
Now she has lived
Now she has breathed
Now she's tasted heaven but the trip doesn't stay

And all she wanted was a photograph
All right

Rain on my tongue
Feels like I'm tasting God
Silver and gold
Drinking the riches up
Back to the night
And if I died
I'm gonna ask my questions on the other side

And all she wanted was a photograph

Mask of the city
Paints in mock deliberation
Step outside the wire
While the sun strips off the cocaine
Red like a banshee
All my cup is overflowing
Another brutal ending
They say I'm an animal story telling

And she reads through the book
Said that she never knew
Question is easy
But the answer is hard to take
The binding cracks
The wounds will fade
But she keeps the picture in the frame that she made

And all she wanted was a photograph
All she wanted was a photograph
All she wanted was a photograph
All she wanted was a photograph