Cracks in the Canvas

How do we cope (Polly)
With the days after a death? (Go to sleep)
Empty days, nothing left (you have)
Not even a funeral (no one to wait for)

I see shapes falling inside paintings (the Polly hears)
Animals and humans (another), row upon row (voice)
Walking toward something
Waiting for something

(Outside) I'm looking for an answer
(The window) me and a million others
(The voices) disbelievers
(Ten thousand) deserted lovers
Dear God, you better not let me down this time
(Lives that lived before)

Cracks in the canvas
Look like roads
That never end