The Verve Pipe Follow

She has faces up in her bedroom and they gaze down on her
guarding her slumber A black bead rosary under her pillow
and when it thunders she clutches it tightly And she hears
silence is white, sound is black, the world is wrapped in a
paper sack And when I leave I close the door to this
galaxy of yours Dropping by I open a window as the breeze
blows in the curtains are butterflies And we hear the
church bells ring out on a hill and all of their echoes left us
singing Silence is black, the room is bright, our world is
basking in tv light And we are laid out on the floor of
this galaxy of yours With all of your heroes waiting
in paper piles laid on the floor I push my paintbrush
lightly and fill in any empty nail holes A dresser top, a
jewelry box, colored tassels tied in knots And a porcelain
girl danced a music box ballet for us And your nightlight
is a star, or a firefly, that Leads my gaze up to the
ceiling Wondering if you think that it's the sky With all of your heroes... Open the window
slightly, pick up paper off the floor I hold my paintbrush
tightly, and fill in any empty nail holes Open the window
slightly