Black
Another one of our songs came on today on the way home from work. Though this time I didn’t cry….almost, but I didn’t. It reminded me of the time when you sat down and told me one of your favorite memories about how you were on a beach with your friends, and you were performing music. And you got up and started playing this song, and everyone just tuned in and felt the music, and everything was perfect. And that story really touched me, because music is something that was special that we shared. Perhaps you’ll recognize the song:
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 (note the lack of question mark)
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 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, why can’t it be mine
And yeah, it was the Staind version.
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