| Hey...oooh... | |
| Sheets 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 | |
| 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 that I'll be...yeah... | |
| Uh huh...uh huh...ooh... | |
| 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, why can't it be mine |