Sheets of empty canvas...

...Untouched sheets of clayWere laid spread out before meAs her body once didAll five horizonsRevolved around her soulAs the earth to the sunNow the air I tasted and breathedHas taken a turnI know she gave me all that she wore

And now my bitter handsChafe beneath the cloudsOf what was everything?The pictures have all been washed in black,Tattooed everything.

I take a walk outsideI'm surrounded by some kids at playI can feel their laughterSo why do I sear?And twisted thoughts that spin round my headI'm spinning (I'm spinning!)

How quick the sun can drop away...And now my bitter handsCradle broken glassOf what was everything?All the pictures had all been washed in blackTattooed everything

All the love gone badTurned my world to blackTattooed all I see, all that I amAll I'll be...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life; I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why??? Why can't it be? Why can't it be mine... we belong together...