Black

She's of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay

Where lace breathed out before me, as her body once did

All five horizons revolve around her soul

As the earth to the sun

Now the air I tasted or breathed

Has taken a turn

Oh, when all I thought of her was everything

Oh, I know she gave me all that she were

And now my bitter hands

Chafed beneath the clouds

Of what was everything

All the pictures have

All been washed in black

Tattooed everything

I take a walk outside

I'm surrounded by some kids that play

I can feel their laughter

So why do I stay here?

Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin 'round my head

I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning

How quick the sun can drop, drop away

And now my bitter hands

Shed a broken glass

Of what was everything

All the pictures have

I've been washing black, tattoo everything