Lyrics:

Words and music by Roddy FrameSo you appear and say how I've grownand fill me up with faces I've known.In this light they're far from divineI'll save them up and spend them when I have time.The salted taste of all your tears and woesSent me in haste my melancholy roseThose tasteless lips were closedYou watched me come, you'll see me go.Once I was happy in happy extremesPacking my bags for the path of the freeFrom pillar to post I am driven it seemsThese bitter tokens are worthless to meJust like June the curtains are closedThe ghost of shame he sits here and sighsI'll love the flames like I've loved the coldI'll learn to love the life of the 'could I, could I, could I'So I don't cross my fingers any moreYou looked for rags and found them at your doorHow could you ask for moreThan everything you've heard before?Once I was happy in happy extremesPacking my bags for the path of the freeFrom pillar to post I am driven it seemsThese bitter tokens are worthless to me

Aztec Camera Pillar To Post