Black

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

Ooh, and all I taught her was everything

Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore

And now my bitter handsshade beneath the clouds

Of what was everything?

Oh, the pictures seared 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?

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 seared 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...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,

I know you'll be the sun

In somebody else's sky, but why

Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine...

*Pinche Vedder como te atreviste a escribir esta rola, que no ves que nos pasaste a chingar a más de una generación. Y no olvidar que en el concierto no pude evitar soltar una pequeña lágrima cuando tocaron esta canción.