Текст песни
I’m drawing your face with a piece of chalk
Your favorite lips, your eyes, the lines
But I never knew you, not at all
Never knew
The contour of your face
Reminds me
Maybe, of my father’s face
Pale white skin
Legs and hands
I am clumsy within
I don't understand
And outside the window — the endless dark
I’ve molded this doll from a glass so stark
I made it myself, from the dust and the spark
Out of white chalk, out of white chalk
As best as I could
You are lying there
No breath. White canvas, cold
My twisted, my very last toast to hold
I’m drawing with fingers on window panes
My own destiny
Chalk will fade
Glass will melt
Someone wanted warmth
Someone felt
But I am freezing
And outside the window — the endless dark
I’ve molded this doll from a glass so stark
I made it myself, from the dust and the spark
Out of white chalk, out of white chalk
As best as I could
I’ll wipe the outline with my sleeve
This gray, abandoned house to leave
You’re left as just chalk on the carpet floor
In freezing, mad silence behind the door
Just chalk
Step back
The fragile circle breaks
The quiet trembling my hands make
There, in the glass, where your shadow grew —
Only silence. And no sign of you
No one
And outside the window — the endless dark
I’ve molded this doll from a glass so stark
I made it myself, from the dust and the spark
Out of white chalk, out of white chalk
As best as I could
