Said she's writing to St. Peter 'Cause it didn't haunt her Be quite slow To bring an angel to her doll And help her walk away Tied in black and white You're a book that binds And wraps around A colour painted on a wall There's nothing here That's any brighter You still watch him driving cars You thought the world was so much faster When he held you in his arms You thought the world was so much nicer Tied in black and white You're a book that binds And wraps around A colour painted on a wall There's nothing here That's any brighter That's any brighter That's any brighter You said lies are always better Written in a letter 'Cause they seem more real But you know things are so much sadder When they don't matter Anyway Tied in black and white You're a book that binds And wraps around A colour painted on a wall There's nothing here That's any brighter That's any brighter That's any brighter That's any brighter