[Intro] There's a spoon in the mouth of the man, You can tell by the way he stands. Born into gold, but he don't understand— The weight of a world in his hands. He can even draw a crowd to a whisper, And then he gives the talk of the town, The only one that's speaking aloud. He said, "Baby, won't you stay for the picture?" [Verse 1 – The Child] There's a rattle in the hands of a boy, In a house built to never know void. Wrapped in silk, but the walls feel colder, Lullabies sung by a stranger’s shoulder. He can even draw a crowd to a whisper, And then he gives the talk of the town, The only one that's speaking aloud. He said, "Mama, will you stay for the picture?" [Outro] There's a spoon in the mouth of the man, There's a bottle in the hands of the boy. And I know what you want, I can see it, I can see it. You don't know what you want, You just feel it, you just feel it. You just feel it, you just feel it. [Verse 2 – The Teen] There's a bottle in the hands of the boy, Drowning out what he can't destroy. He could have it all, but he feels so hollow, A silver path that he's forced to follow. He can even draw a crowd to a whisper, And then he gives the talk of the town, The only one that's speaking aloud. He said, "Baby, won't you stay for the picture?" [Chorus] And I know what you want, I can see it, I can see it. You don't know what you want, You just feel it, you just feel it. [Verse 3 – The Young Man] There's a contract in the hands of the man, Signed in ink he don't understand. Deals with devils dressed in linen, The weight of the world, but no one to listen. He can even draw a crowd to a whisper, And then he gives the talk of the town, The only one that's speaking aloud. He said, "Baby, won't you stay for the picture?" [Bridge] And I chased what they told me, But the road was never mine to lead. Now I stand here alone, With the echoes of a world unseen. And you reach out to hold me, But, baby, there's nothing left to keep. I was lost in the gold, Now I'm drowning in the weight of me. [Verse 4 – The Old Man] There's a cane in the hands of the man, With a house too big for his plans. Gold runs deep, but the heart runs shallow, A lonely king in a world turned hollow. He can even draw a crowd to a whisper, And then he gives the talk of the town, The only one that's speaking aloud. He said, "Baby, won't you stay for the picture?" [Outro] There's a spoon in the mouth of the man, There's a bottle in the hands of the boy. And I know what you want, I can see it, I can see it. You don't know what you want, You just feel it, you just feel it.
