Broken Picture Frame

I found a picture on the floor
The one I gave you just weeks before
'Fore you found out I was untrue
I made a picture of me and you
I laid the pieces out on the table
I thought that maybe I'd be able
To sow the memory once again
Alter the picture to what had been
My tears are wasted, I can't return
To the beginning, when passion burned
And there's no picture in all the land
That can right the wrong wrong man

So I must go now, go far away
I'll take no pictures of yesterday
She'll be better, that's her claim
When I'm a memory in a broken picture frame
When I'm a memory in a broken picture frame