From the milky way in Orion's arm It's where you're from, In Orion's arm I saw your paintings On your bedroom wall From behind these cameras we saw your hurt And I saw my mother in the wounded deer So I got the postcard to keep her near Did he love you I can't pretend to know But we queued for hours so someone does Frida Kahlo, she cried for you Tried not to show it she cried for you Frida Kahlo, she cried for you It was pure and honest, simply cried for you

I am not one whos comfortable, natural Sorry, I know I am not close to this, apart of this, Sorry I know nothing I cannot guess I should not speak.