Shades 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
Now the air I tasted and breathed
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands shake beneath the clouds
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter
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
All the pictures have all been washed in black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll ever 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?