Violent Pictures

I wish I could be a stranger
If I was then you wouldn’t find out
I’ve got a head full of violent pictures,
no way to work it out, and I know now
When I was young I wanted to grow older.
Now I’m grown can I take it all back?
I’ve got a head full of violent pictures,
I made them all myself. I know now
By the grace of God, I’ll wake up in the morning with nothing
but my friends and memories of dreaming of you I know,
I need forgiveness, like a hole in the head
Take me backwards, I don’t want to know who I am
You just walked away
By the grace of God, I’ll wake up in the morning with nothing
but my friends and memories of dreaming of you I know,
I need forgiveness, like a hole in the head.
Take me backwards, Take me backwards, Take me backwards…
I don’t want to know who I am