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 bu*terflies 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 j**elry box, colored ta**els 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