Four Holy Photos

Four Holy Photos - Hockey

Hold up a picture of a highway

And a picture of a home

And a picture of some money

And a picture of some bones

All together

All in a row

But out of all those pictures

You'll only notice one

But it's really not important

No it's no more than a fortune

It just shows

What doors are open

If you're looking at the home

Well your feet are scared

You're looking at the road

You're gonna feel restless for a while

For a while for a while

If you're looking at the money

Well you benefit from the army

You're looking the bones

You got some silly reasons in their eyes

In their eyes in their eyes

This is the song this is the song

The song of four holy photos

They never look into their own eyes

It's the second closest you'll get

There's settlement of foreigners

In a land that they can't see

Where the birds are always singing

And the water runs clean

But all these things

Told them nothing

There's a makeshift church

And there's a hand that pulls a rope

And the rope swings the bells

As they ring into the trees

And make an echo

And it never stops

Well so I hung up those pictures

In their foraminous place

Where their mood is a little nervous

But they felt they had a reason enough to stay

So they stayed

And no one when they looked

Could even see the bones at all

The leaders took the money

And the others took the color of the road

Yes and the home

And no one argued

It was one of them who did

And he spoke on what he saw

And ruined his reputation

He was labeled as a misfit

Ah you know

That's just what saints get sometimes

This is the song this is the song

The song of four holy photos

They never look into their own eyes

It's the second closest you'll get