domingo, 1 de julho de 2007

BLACK


Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
As her body once did

Ooh All five horizons
Revolved around her soul
As the Earth to the Sun

Now the air I tasted and I 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 beneth the clouds
of what was everything

All the pictures have
all been washed in black
Tatooed everything

I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter
so, why do I sear?

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
Tatooed everything

All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black
Tatooed all I see... all that I am... all I'll be ... yeah

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a star
in somebody else's sky
but why... why... why...
can't it be...
Oh, can't it be mine...

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