I've been sleeping in
Past noon each day
It's not a conscience act
Just the way my mind behaves
I'm rid of beauty thoughts
So I'll just look them up
And print the pictures out
To plaster them along my wall
I see your face in there
Can I paint over it?
The colors black and red
and orange and blue and violet
I cast my arms down low
And swing as a high as I can
I know it won't cover you for long
"˜Cause I'll know you're still there
Underneath, i've got to try to tear apart the solids
Peace gone, burned it away
ash fills my air and we breathe together