Their little girl said
 Don't tell me how you feel
 You don't understand
 She painted the people
 She disgusted on her way down
 All there is left now
 Is a picture of them
 With their faces on it, and it's my fault
 [bad word] ]
 Black roses
 As black as her hair
 white sheets
 As pale as her face

 She crossed her fingers
 And apologized to them
 Then she flew off
 Into the stream
 Went to the light
 Which faded meanwhile
 Into the scratches on her cheeks
 And her raining soul
 [bad word] ]

 Red blood
 As red as her lips
 Oh believe me
 I loved her too much