Black out my eyes and don't let me speak,
for I know what to do with beauty
but it wants nothing to do with me.

Paint the sky with brilliant stripes,
to give a better reason for
my pupils to race at night.

Put her in the arms of someone else,
and ask me again
if I believe in Hell.

So lay me down and you won't hear a peep.
I may be silent
but I'll never sleep.