(Ford/Ehmig)

Black, is it dark enough? 

Is it hot or cold or stark enough? 

Black, is it dirty or sad? 

Is it old or cruel or broken or bad? 

Black, is it all you see 

When you close your eyes, you think of me? 

Black, black, black 



Black, is it nightmare or dream? 

Is it midnight sky or silent scream? 

Black, is it the chains you wear? 

Or the color of the cross you bear? 

Black, is it what you hate? 

The hangman´s hood or the offering plate? 

Black, black, black 



Is it the shame that drives you back? 

Is it the train that jumps the track 

Just as you´re slipping through the cracks? 

Black, black 



Black, is it your medicine 

Your soul, your hole or the shape you´re in? 

Black, is it your wedding gown 

Your eyes, your lies or the truth you´ve found? 

Black, is it beautiful? 

Is it animal or criminal? 

Black black black 



Is it the shame that burns your soul? 

Is it the fear you can´t control? 

Is it the night that won´t let go? 

Black, black 



Black, is it the enemy 

That hides inside of you and me? 

Black, is it the preacher´s cloak 

Your father´s curse or your mother´s joke? 

Black, is it the pain you own 

Or the plague that´s eating at your bones? 

Black, black, black



Is it the ashes of your dreams? 

Is it the nature of your greed? 

Is it the walls between you and me?