Then She Did...

Now her paints are dry

And I looked outside

At the corner boys, yeah

Hey, oh, where did you go?

I don't know

I went to see your pictures

I spread them across the floor

So this is where they are shown

They're probably saying to you

If you keep it up, you'll be born

But you won't ever listen

I'll bet

Burnt, dying grass

Scorched by the sun

The buildings remain

We will beat them all to dust

I'll bet

Pulled from a headless shell

That blinked on and off hotel

Now the nameless dwell

They hold your key and turn your knob

I'll bet

Will you say hello to my ma?

Will you pay a visit to her?

She was an artist, just as you were

I'd have introduced you to her

She would take me out on Sundays

We'd go laughing through the garbage

She repaired legs like a doctor

On the kitchen chairs we sat on

She was unhappy, just as you were

Unhappy, just as you were

Unhappy, just as you were

Unhappy, just as you were