And the ceiling was black As black as the coldest hearts Until she came in With a ladder and a chalk And drew ten thousand dots As I lay in bed With a terrible cold And this world With the door and the window was born
Then she turned on the lights And painted the ceiling blue With a few stormy clouds In the corner to keep me aware Of the possible rain But I wasn't afraid
Oh, she dipped the brush in red And painted over the entire sky Was it sun rise or dusk? I wasn't sure But I kept looking up As she painted the birds Like those days at the shore And I passed out But when I awoke the curtains were open. It was the dawn