How do we cope with the days after a death?
Empty days
Nothing left
Not even a funeral
I see shapes forming inside paintings
Animals and humans, row upon row
Walking towards something
Waiting fo something
I'm looking for an answer
Me and a million others
Disbelievers
Desserted lovers
Dear God, you'd better not let me down this time
Cracks in the canvas
Look like roads that never end
Empty days
Nothing left
Not even a funeral
I see shapes forming inside paintings
Animals and humans, row upon row
Walking towards something
Waiting fo something
I'm looking for an answer
Me and a million others
Disbelievers
Desserted lovers
Dear God, you'd better not let me down this time
Cracks in the canvas
Look like roads that never end