Lyrics

The films I’ll never see,
The pages I’ll never read,
Your photos, would have moved me;
They’re flying in the wind.
The music’s running on past,
Where you should’ve sung,
With your crucible voice,
Beautiful boy, left me

In this gallery, where the walls are empty,
A place to display my broken heart,
In this gallery, where the walls are empty,
They should have been full of you,
A tribute, not a shrine to my lost art.

Oh, the shades you’re never gonna know,
The passion in you that can’t grow now,
Your babies,
They’re never gonna come, no.
The change in scene you won’t see,
Standing in the sun with me,
How the world’s become more colorful, like you.

In this gallery, where the walls are empty,
A place to display my broken heart,
In this gallery, where the walls are empty,
They should have been full of you,
Beautiful and shining, my lost art.

I hold a fragile cup in my hand,
Don’t dare drink,
Just a smooth blue bowl
Where you should stand, I can’t think,
Umbrella painting raining in the closet, also blue,
The closest thing I have to holding you.

That little cup you made, I can’t think,
How that blue bowl you painted,
Remains in the sink.
Umbrellas raining down in the closet
Should be a clue,
To finding more beautiful pieces of you.

In this gallery, where the walls are empty,
It should have been full of you,
Not my broken heart,
In this gallery,
Oh it should have been full of you,
Beautiful and shining, beautiful and shining,

It should have been you, should have been you,
Not my broken heart, not my broken heart.
Oh, this gallery,
It should have been full of you,
Beautiful and shining, beautiful and shining,
My lost art.
Oh, in this gallery, ooo.