Something orbits nothing to make you whole Mustn't let me be your artist or I'm gonna make you mine Trust and let your own two hands draw your body up from gra** Coming out from the dark wood your dark gray Is just shade to me What did my artist mean? When the wet snow tinged your gold hair a dark blue Did you think of me The way I dream of you? Feet took you to the cold walk for four days A gift I gave: the whole truth Or a card I played