The Painter - Future Islands

Fear of black and yellow

Is pushing in the blue

Here, I made a willow

Traces of you

Crushing a piano

The pieces in the yard

I can see the faces

Tracing your heart

Fear has made you shallow

Hiding in your tomb

I'm screaming at the dust, "Is this good by you?"

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Calling out in space

Calling out for home

I once called you friend

Greatest fool, I know

Been around the city

And out in the country

Been around the world, now

I'm out in the water

I'm waving not drowning

What's lost in the painting?

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Somebody y'all know

Somebody y'all know

Somebody

Somebody

Sienna yellow

Fire apple hue

I'm screaming at the dust, "Is this good by you?"

———

I'm calling out in space

On the canvas cold

On the pallet knife

Only red you know

Been around the world now

And out in the country

Been to every city

I'm out in the water

I'm waving not drowning

I don't need a savior

I'm waving not drowning

What's lost in the painting?

What's lost in the painting -- in the crimson holes?

What's under the shadows -- that you made your own?

Some can't see it all

Some can't see at all

Some can't see it all

Some can't see at all

Some can't see it all

Some can't see at all...