Barbona

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
and now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
The pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

And twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I’m spinning

How quick the sun 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...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I’ll ever be...

I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life, I know you’ll be a star
in somebody else’s sky, but why
why, why can’t it be, why can’t it be mine?

Efter 15 år kan jag återigen inse storheten hos Eddie Vedder.
Förlåt, jag hade glömt bort dig!
Men jag är inte där, i det där svarta. Inte just nu.