Black
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Her legs 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
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, 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 have 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 can't it be mine
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..as her image
wandered through my head
I wept just like a baby
as I lay awake in bed,
and I know what its like
to lose someone you love.
I’d like to learn from the rain how to fall,
Learn how to come and leave patiently.
As a plane pass through the sky I stay still,
Thinking every single people that’s leaving, running away
Or simply being dazed for days, months,years in whichyou fell lost.
Well honestly not every single people, but sometimes
I wonder if somebody is feeling fine and having a great,shiny smile on her face.
And well, the sun will surely sink down, as the moon will slowly rise. So this old world must still be spinning roun and..
[..begin to stream again.]
;)
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