Now her paints are dry...
And I looked outside...
At the corner boys...
Ayh, 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...
Now 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 out, 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...