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...