The Suitcase PhotographVerse 1You call yourself a real man, standing so proudWith your overseas contracts and your VIP crowdYou packed up your future in a leather valiseTo fly to a continent where you’d find your peaceYou chose a young model, a new glamorous lifeA plastic perfection to call your new wifeBut the day before boarding that midnight machineYou turned to a thief for a ghost on a screen.ChorusBecause you can't leave the country, you can’t cross the seaWithout trying to steal a small piece of meYeah, you chase down our friends, you knock on their doorsSearching for pictures on old wooden floorsHunting for snapshots of the girl you let goThe true love and destiny you didn't want to showYou’re packing your bags for a millionaire’s viewBut you’re putting my face in your suitcase with you.Verse 2Three brilliant developers coding their namesTrading my heart for their digital gamesOne from the States and one from Moscow's cold lightThey all wanted models to hold in the nightBut you went to the friend who had married us backWhen we stood in the registry, off of the trackYou demanded the copies, you needed the proofThat a girl named Katya once lived under your roofWhile the other one begged for the third of JulyJust to look at my eyes as the decades fly by.ChorusBecause you can't leave the country, you can’t cross the seaWithout trying to steal a small piece of meYeah, you chase down our friends, you knock on their doorsSearching for pictures on old wooden floorsHunting for snapshots of the girl you let goThe true love and destiny you didn't want to showYou’re packing your bags for a millionaire’s viewBut you’re putting my face in your suitcase with you.BridgeYou’re a master of lyrics, you sell them for cashBut you look at your wallet and it all turns to ashYou sit at the concert, the stadium screamsThe speakers are blaring the song of your dreamsThey play "Paradise" and you hold your new queenBut your soul knows exactly what those promises meanYou close your eyes tight in the flashing blue lightRemembering the Scorpio who gave up the fightYou left without words, you just turned your cold backBut you're carrying my image on your one-way track.OutroGo hide it away in the dark of your clothesThe portrait of Katya that nobody knowsYou can live with your models, fly high in the skyBut you’re holding a stolen image from the third of JulyA love for a Scorpio is a lifetime design...You can lock up my photo.But you’re forever mine.(Fade out on a lingering piano chord)
