She's gone back to the city
She's gone half the world away
I'm stuck inside living
Creatures she paints that feature her frame
Sometimes I think of those buildings
When I see through the cracks
A new kind of love and life filled them
I'll see all the colors when she paints it black
Hot love
Feedback
Nothin'
Try try try, babe
High tide
Short stop
Perfect
Too high to die that way