The Painter

Fear of black and yellow
 Is pushing in the blue
 Here, I made a willow
 Traces of you
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 Crushing a piano
 The pieces in the yard
 I can see the faces
 Tracing your heart
 
 Fear has made you shallow
 Hiding in your tomb
 I'm screaming at the dust, "Is this good by you?"
 Calling out in space
 Calling out for home
 I once called you friend
 Greatest fool, I know
 Been around the city
 And out in the country
 Been around the world, now
 I'm out in the water
 I'm waving not drowning
 What's lost in the painting?
 Somebody y'all know
 Somebody y'all know
 Somebody
 Somebody
 
 Sienna yellow
 Fire apple hue
 I'm screaming at the dust, "Is this good by you?"
 I'm calling out in space
 On the canvas cold
 On the pallet knife
 Only red you know
 Been around the world now
 And out in the country
 Been to every city
 I'm out in the water
 I'm waving not drowning
 I don't need a savior
 I'm waving not drowning
 What's lost in the painting?
 What's lost in the painting, in the crimson holes?
 What's under the shadows that you made your own?
 Some can't see it all
 Some can't see at all
 Some can't see it all
 Some can't see at all
 Some can't see it all
 Some can't see at all
 Some can't see it all
 Some can't see it all
 Some can't see it all