Dead is the color of your skin You're gone but you're still in my head And no matter what detectives tell me Something — lead me to water Some call it evidence all this love for a daughter Why not just trust in all you see Even if you dont see it all completely Cause I know you know it's me and that is something To believe in when you dream at night when you're alone On your own . . . you're not . . . So I tried to tell them No one wants to believe I dont have to tell you Someones hiding tricks up their sleeve and So either I stay and it's you who leave Or we've got to pray They've got less important things to do today