Desejando que todas as mentiras fossem verdades

ou "Como começar um ano muito mal":

Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
As his body once did
All five horizons
Revolved around his soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn
And all I taught his was everything
I know he gave me all that he wore

And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
All 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
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
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
All I'll be...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a sun
In somebody else's sky
But why
Why
Why can't it be
Why can't it be mine?