PAINTER
How I wish I were a painter
I’d reinvent the use of black
How I’d paint all of your anger
And all the muscles of your back
All the dirt that got into you
All the nails deep in my side
All undressed and on the floor
All by myself, open wide
How I wish I were a painter
I’d paint your face in infrared
To light my way on this tightrope
Honey I’m a lousy acrobat
Seeing you so alarmingly happy
Can make me so incredibly sad
The things you say and the things I see
The contrast between wrong and bad
I’m not like you, I’m not new
I’m just like you, nothing’s new
Seeing you so alarmingly happy
Can make me so incredibly sad
The things you say and the things I see
The contrast between wrong and bad
De Smet / Burton, 1996