You people often misunderstand
What I try to relate in my head
You're not listening to my words
You make them your own
And you fill in the unknowns
While searching across this landscape of dreams
The flashes of green and grey discourage me
From saying what I need.
And through these words I find hope with what I keep.
But children tend to judge before they read.
And are you so swamped in denile to speak with no frame.
You're desperate to shift blame.
While searching across this landscape it seems
The flashes I see colored greed discourage me
But I'm saying what I need.
And you fight, you fight for art.
It's your release for chasing stars,
And you're bettering the week.
Her fall for painting straights with honesty and vision.
And the music playing with feeling.