I see her back, her legs, and her shiny black shoes br The way I saw them br For the last time br Over and over br And there is no color in the movement br Or in the air or in the tightening br Of my gut, br Only the absence of color br br Like a baffled moth drawn to darkness, br My void was a movie of people shouting br With the volume turned off, br I heard one silent verse in particular br The Stones singing, I see a red door br And I want it painted black br br A warm voice told me I could emerge, br And to see the birth of every second. br This seemed impossible. br Impossible.