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?
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?
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