Cellar door.

If i could take you somewhere, 
I'd take you to the darkest place,
Scatter you in art forms, Admire the whore
Beauty in different ways, Your hands on picture frames, Your eyes in the glass wear your face as a mask, 
Now they are starting to love you more
A gallery of your beauty, No charge at the door 
As you wait, Like the drug, Like the change in 
The pain it goes on for so long,
And oh, How it hurts in the worst way, 
Now that you're gone, It's so wrong, 
It's so wrong..