I really like the way you do it
The way your paintings really move
The brushes and the coloured angels
A sour darkness and the grooves
A subtle light and ah the blues
I like the way you play the blues
I like the way you draw the motions
I like the notions in between
I like it better than your breathing
I find it easier to care
And you're the curse and you're the burden
And you mean nothing I swear
And all the writings, all the songs
Are like a while on white and oh
I guess you'll never catch the meaning
Of all your yellows and blues
And if you only get this one thing
It never was about you
