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