i really like the way you do itnthe way your paintings really movennthe brushes and the coloured angelsna sour darkness and the groovesna subtle light and ah the bluesni like the way you play the bluesnni like the way you draw the motionsni like the notions in betweennni like it better than your breathingni find it easier to carenand you're the curse and you're the burdennand you mean nothing i swearnnand all the writings, all the songs nare like a while on white and ohni guess you'll never catch the meaningnof all your yellows and bluesnand if you only get this one thingnit never was about you