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.
Oh, and all I taught her was everything. Oh, 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 the twisted thoughts that spin, round my head. I’m spinning, Oh, I’m spinning. How quick the sun can drop away.
Now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything all the pictures had 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 and all I’ll 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 mine? Listen to Pearl Jam and the genius of Eddie Vedder.
This is the saddest song about lost love I have ever heard. Frankie The Earthman.