Had do we cope   With the days after a death?   Empty days, nothing left   Not even a funeral      I see shapes falling inside   Paintings   Animals and humans, row upon row   Walking toward something   Waiting for something      I'm looking for an answer,   Me and a million others   Disbelievers   Deserted lovers   Dear God,   You better not let me down this time      Cracks in the canvas   Look like roads   That never end