Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Her legs 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
And all I taught her was everything
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
Hold on to the thread
The currents will shift
Glide me towards...You know something's left
You don't have to stray
Tho oceans away
Waves roll in my thoughts
Hold tight the ring...The sea will rise...
Please stand by the shore...
I will be...I will be there once more...
And we're all allowed
To dream of the next
The next, time we touch...