Cracks In The Canvas - PJ Harvey, John Parish

How do we cope

(How we go to sleep)

With the days after our death?

Empty days, nothing left

(No hands, no one to wait for)

Not even a funeral

I see shapes forming inside paintings

Animals and humans, row upon row

Walking towards something

Waiting for something

(Outside the window)

I’m looking for an answer

Me and a million others

(The voices defy nature)

Disbelievers

Deserted lovers

Dear God,

You’d better not let me down this time

(10 000 lives that grieved before)

Cracks in the canvas

Look like roads

That never end.