Paint

He tries to make his grays his whites
This leads to unexpected fights
He tries to make his grays his blacks
This leads down to the forgotten tracks
He tries to make his grays his colors
These then interact with one another
to smother each other
with memories of a forsaken lover.

I paint a picture of black and white
to create a picture of gray-toned blight
I act like I don't know
that it's all for show
I use the wrong colors for the right effect
because that's what they've all come to expect

He tries to make his grays his whites
This leads to unexpected fights
He tries to make his grays his blacks
This leads down to the forgotten tracks
He tries to make his grays his colors
These then interact with one another
to smother each other
with memories of a forsaken lover.

When the moon rises on the surface of a lake
it loses touch with the rising wake
But when the moon rises at the edge of the desert
it paints an image of bliss and effort
Upon unburied dead and ancient dreams
are placed the candles of the streams

He tries to make his grays his whites
This leads to unexpected fights
He tries to make his grays his blacks
This leads down to the forgotten tracks
He tries to make his grays his colors
These then interact with one another
to smother each other
with memories of a forsaken lover.