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I agree with John R, it was unique time in my life, early 20's. PJ resonated with me trying to figure this whole adult thing out.
this song black was always my favorite, brilliant lyrics for a breakup, particularly the last verse
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
Oo, and all I taught her was everything
Oo, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter
So why do I sear?
Mm, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head, I'm spinning, oh, 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 be, yeah
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Woo
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?
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