"Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay Her lace spread out before me, as her body once did. All five horizons revolved around her soul, as the Earth to the Sun. Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn.Ooh-oh, and all I taught her was everything. Mmm, oh, I know she gave me all that she 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."