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