A picture of the pain
Charcoal smudged in grey
Blacks and whites and sepia stains
Are all the colors that remain
Pastels washed away
A picture of the pain
Twilight turns to night
Empty rooms and empty bed
Empty words inside your head
Faces turn away
When you’re waiting on some corner
Standing in the pouring rain
Knowing that the bus ain’t coming
Then you’ll have a picture of the pain
The music of the pain
Contrasting chords
Chanting lower voices sound
Trembling underneath the ground
Funeral dirges play
The music of the pain
Silly, stupid rhymes
London Bridge is falling down
Hit the sidewalk, made no sound
Silent torch songs play
When the room is moving
And the pulse of empty space remains
When you strain to hear the silence
Then you’ll hear the music of the pain
A picture of the pain
A perfect storm at sea
Ships are lost in tempest’s might
Grief and mourning through the night
Daylight brings the rain
A picture of the pain
Lawyers at the door
Battle’s won but the war’s been lost
I can’t bear to count the cost
Ten years down the drain
Coming home to find it emptied
All is vanished, none remain
Cataracts and blurred vision
All complete a picture of the pain
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