Lyrics:

Now her paints are dry...

and I looked outside...

at the corner boys



hey, oh, where'd you go?

I don't know?



I went to see your pictuers

i spread them across the floor

so this is where they are shown

now they're probablly saying to you...

'If you keep it up you;ll be born..'

but you will never 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



Would you say hello to my mom?

would you pay a visit to her?

she was an artist just like you were

would've introduced you to her

she would take me out on sundays

we go laughing through the garbage

she'd repaired legs like a docter

on the kitchen chairs we sat on

she was a unhappy just as you were

unhappy just as you were

unhappy just as you were

unhappy just as you were