Paintings

I took all of my research and made it a while back

I have a thought for a while

Who is my teacher I'll never learn anything

And who has been my lover

She waits me in the dark to steal my love

To steal my love

Take these hands

What have I made them do

What have you made them for

Am I the only one

Left to sing at all

I met a falling creature

I picked him up, I licked his wounds

He bit my hands ,I see the preacher

To fill my cup, please fill my cup

I had to take away all of the paintings

Inside my head, uh oaaah uh oaaah uh oaaah

I can only remember the first ones

And when the curtains were closed

I could still your eyelashes beating

Uh oaaah uh oaaah uh oaaah

I could still see your breath on the window

But I think I wanted to get away

I think I wanted to get away

I think I wanted to get away

I think I wanted to get away