On The Walk From The Picturehouse Lyrics

I put you on a pile

With the books I’d never read

And the films I’d never seen

You are the fruit I’ve

Never tasted, you are the parts

Of the world I’ve never been

Your postcards, are photo-shopped

They’re photocopied and handed around

Your trailer got me going now

The final cut it let me down,

On the walk from the picturehouse

Through the lamplight lit dark

The heavens they opened and

I raced you, I raced you back to my car

On the walk from the picturehouse,

I raced you back to my car

People only nitpick when the script is boring,

On the walk from the picturehouse

Photographers out in the fog

and vagabond dogs this morning,

Perception has a habit of changing

Depending on your point of view

As long as, it looks real

You can sell it as the truth,

you can sell it on the walk from the picturehouse,

On the walk from the picturehouse

Through the lamplight lit dark

The heavens they opened and

I raced you, I raced you back to my car

On the walk from the picturehouse,

I raced you back to my car

I know you couldn’t care less

But did you ever want more?

On the walk from the picturehouse

Through the lamp light lit dark

The heavens they opened and

I raced you back to my car.

On the walk from the picture house

Through the lamplight lit dark

The heavens they opened and

I raced you, I raced you back to my car

On the walk from the picturehouse

On the walk from the picturehouse

Through the lamplight lit dark

Photographers out in the fog and..

I raced you back to my car

I raced you back to my car

I raced you back to my car

I raced you back to my car