Painter cordoned off
Few can color wade
Turning colors in your shower water
Kiss a blue dog collar day
Paid it off in muscle
Few can claw it to grace
Fire cages of your water
Color the beast of faith
If you can swallow the madness
Be apart, a part of some
Wore your shoes to bed in case
The Christ would care to come
Painter call me often
Truth and color could wait
Fire cages of your water
Color my heart to beat
If you can swallow the madness
Be apart, a part of some
Wore your shoes to bed in case
The Christ would care to come
For that comet ride, the star field dip
And the star field bend and twirl
Born homesick for some other world
