Cracks in the Canvas

[Verse 1]
How do we cope
Polly
With the days after a death?
Go to sleep
Empty days, nothing left
You have
Not even a funeral
No one to wait for

[Verse 2]
I see shapes forming inside paintings
The Polly hears
Animals and humans
Another
Row upon row
Voice
Walking toward something
Waiting for something

[Verse 3]
Outside
I'm looking for an answer
The window
Me and a million others
The voices
Disbelievers
Ten thousand angels
Deserted lovers
Ten thousand
Dear God, you better not let me down this time
Lives that lived before

[Outro]
Cracks in the canvas
Look like roads
That never end