How do I write you a song
How do I tear a hole in the skull
Everything that I do
Holds something of you
Now I'm running on empty

Pink was the colour that I own
And I covered my holes in glitter and gold
And I stuck in my wings
Held together with string
To fly or to fall
To electric applause

How do I write you a song
How do I tear a hole in the sea
Everything that I do
Holds something of you
Now I'm running on empty

Blue is the breath in my lungs
As I turn from away that couldn't be undone
Was it something we did
Was it something we said
In the seconds between
The living and dead

Oh, black was the colout of the clouds
As I lifted my head to watch them break down
It was I to impose a story so bold
On the gods and their plans
On the sea, the sky and your hand