Black Smith and Hay (Ft. Goldy Locks Band)

[Instrumental Intro]

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
And I know you'll be a son
Floating in the cloud's of someone else's sky
But why, why, why can't it be me?

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid 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 and all I taught her was everything
All 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
I take a walk outside, I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh I'm spinning, how quick the son can drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black
Tattooed everything
Turn my world to black