Black Canvas
Thomas Hughes
The darkness comes into view
Whenever nothing's ahead of you
Call somebody out, call somebody now
Before the canvas is all around
There's nothing left in me but emptiness
A child's painting of the dark abyss
That circles over you and latches onto you
Before you can even move
A little droplet of wine expands over the horizon line
Black somebody out, ring somebody now
Before the canvas is all around
There's nothing lеft in me but emptiness
A child's painting of thе dark abyss
That circles over you and latches onto you
Before you can even move
There's nothing left in me but emptiness
A child's painting of the dark abyss
That circles over you and latches onto you
Before you can even move
