Black

Let me tell you about a place that I've been before

It lies behind that old locked door

It looks like a page out of paradise

But only half as good at twice the price

And I laugh at what we've become

And I smile at the way things have gone

Trying to lift the man up from his knees

Trying to find the forest for the trees

The forest for the trees

Let me tell you about a friend that I once knew

I believe he lived next door to you

He held it tight inside his shell

And then one day the axe just fell

Let me tell you about another time

About the sweetest spot in its early prime

If the memory is all you lack

Just open your eyes cause you can never go back.