di DeLeo, Weiland
STONE TEMPLE PILOTS
I got a picture of a photograph
Of a wedding and a shell
It’s just burning itching memory
I never kiss and tell
So turn it up and burn it
There’s a hole in your head
There’s a hole in your head
Where the birds can’t sing along
Does anybody know how the story really goes
How the story really goes
Or do we all just hum along