Big Picture

The photopraph you left befind Is rippling and yellowing A momentary laps was all To cause the fall of the sun Coming up close to check you out Something pure I could never name Clystalised in a picture frame Glide over me in your mercury machine I'll wave "Hi" as you touch the sky And i won't be afraid 'cause we know That we'll be there in the big picture The razor marks the final cross Closer to a brighter flame "One more for the last hurrah luck of the draw" He used to say Coming up close to check you out Something pure I could never name Clystalised in a picture frame