The Painter

Fear of black and yellow
Is pushing in the blue
Here, I made a willow
Traces of you
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...