Rita Wilson - Every Perfect Picture Lyrics

So here you come now with all your wrecking tenderness
You lay yourself down like a holy cross at the bottom of my bed
Where all your violations cast a shadow over you
Every perfect picture hides a mess or two

This is no day of judgement
Not waiting for you to confess
Not waiting for the proud to someday fall
Or the humble to be blessed
Nothing's ever what it seems
You should know that's true
Every perfect picture hides a mess or two

The road is splintered
The path is rough
I can never get close to you without losing love

Now all the king's horses
And all the king's men
Can't put you back together
Or give you what you need in the end
But the simple things I needed were so high for you
Every perfect picture hides a mess or two
Every perfect picture

Hides a mess or two