Blood

Come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come
The more I run the farther away it seems
What is green is always more than a yard away
Art is a mean meditation staring at a blank screen
In between what we mean and the things we say
Come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come
I got to stay one step ahead of a losing game
I'm a slave to the pages I throw away
To create, complicate it's the same damn thing
Once it's made I'm to good to appreciate
So I'll try
to put a little piece of myself in, keep the pretty people listening
Keep in mind
all the negatives and positives, charges floating round the audience
I'm biting my tongue
But the words don't come
I'm bi-b-b-biting my tongue
Oh, but the words don't come
Come
Come, come, come, come, come, come, come
It's in the air; it's in the atmosphere
I can hear, but I can't tell what it's telling me
Too many sides to a story, all these colors and shapes
I'm afraid if I love it you won't agree
Come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come
Art is love; love is work
It hurts to give yourself to it
Art is work; work is love
reminding us why we do it
Art is love; love is work
It hurts to give yourself to it
Art is work; work is love
Forget yourself for the music
So I'll try
to put a little piece of myself in, keep the pretty people listening
Keep in mind
all the negatives and positives, charges floating round the audience
I'm biting my tongue
But the words don't come
I'm bi-b-b-biting my tongue
Oh, but the words don't come
Come
Come
Come