Into Black - Blouse

You’re like a picture

You know you’ll never be the same thing again

But it’s a strike of lightning

Every time you look

Every time you listen

What do the gods know?

They’ll never see the stars look as small as this

And you’re a strike of lightning

Making up a sky for the gods to kiss with

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

I want to watch it fade into

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

I want to watch it fade into black

What of the missle?

Doesn’t even own its own way to go

That’s not the way they made you

The colors in your eyes look like a stained glass window

When your tears fall

You never really see them when they hit the ground

But when they do they rise back

Over to the gods raining on the god ground

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

I want to watch it fade into

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

I want to watch it fade into

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

I want to watch it fade into

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

I want to watch it fade into black