John Parish & PJ Harvey
Текст песни Cracks In The Canvas

How do we cope with the days after a death?
Empty days, nothing left not even a funeral

I see shapes forming inside paintings
Animals and humans row upon row
Walking towards something, waiting for something

I'm looking for an answer, me and a million others
Disbelievers, deserted lovers
Dear God, You'd better not let me down this time

Cracks in the canvas look like roads that never end