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