Hey, oh

Sheets of empty canvas

Untouched sheets of clay

Were laid spread out before me

As her body once did

All five horizons

Revolved around her soul

As the earth to the sun

Now the air I tasted and breathed

Has taken a turn

Oh and all I taught her was everything

Oh I know she gave me all that she wore

And now my bitter hands

Chafe beneath the clouds

Of what was everything

Oh the pictures have

All been washed in black

Tattooed everything

I take a walk outside

I'm surrounded by

Some kids at play

I can feel their laughter

So why do I sear

Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin

Round my head

I'm spinning

Oh, I'm spinning

How quick the sun can, drop away

And now my bitter hands

Cradle broken glass

Of what was everything

All the pictures had

All been washed in black

Tattooed everything

All the love gone bad

Turned my world to black

Tattooed all I see

All that I am

All I'll be


I know someday you'll have a beautiful life

I know you'll be a star

In somebody else's sky

But why


Why can't it be

Why can't it be mine

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