Slow black
Let me in
Lights are dim
No one has to know
There was nothing
That you lacked
It got too bad
And now I have to know
It's not as easy as it looks
Now that you are gone
Nothing is as beautiful as the photos of you they took
So have you made your deal with God
Or whoever's going to listen
So have you made your deal with God
Your posters line the wall
Someone's crying in the hall
The cake looks grey
So rest now
Your precious soul
Though nothing can be whole
We'll meet again some day
I just hope that it won't feel like this
All the photos here just look like paper and ink
So have you made your deal with God
Or whoever's going to listen
So have you made your deal with God
So have you made your deal with God
Or whoever's going to listen