All the pictures had
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be, yeah
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
And now my bitter hands shake beneath the clouds
But why, why, why can't it be, can't it be mine?
All the pictures had
All the love gone bad, turned my world to black
Of what was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
Songwriters: Gossard, Vedder
All been washed in black, tattooed everything
I take a walk outside, I'm surrounded by some kids at play
Were laid spread out before me, as her body once did
I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky
All five horizons revolved around her soul, as the earth to the sun
All been washed in black, tattooed everything
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
And twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
Publishers: POLYGRAM INT'L MUSIC PUBG GROUP, WRITE TREATAGE MUSIC