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...