Through my hands I see a world
Black & white, sublime, decadent
Characters of a past life
Rulers of a past time

Picture my heart
Picture my life
Picture my mind
All in black & white

Melancholy's haunting
Present's boring
I wish to go back
Straight to the past, to the glorious time
Where love & hate were laws...

No regrets
No time to loose
Give me the knife
And let the colors be black...