Lyrics

She can breathe life into a canvas
catch your eye and stop you on your heels
She believes in attention to the detail
riding each vibration of her color wheel
'cause that's what makes it real

She'll use a brush of each size
and spend half a day on the white of your eye
but she paints her own life with such broad, broad strokes
the deepest shade of blue
'til nothing else shines through on the page

"I can't be everybody's cup of tea
but would it kill them just to stop and take one sip?
I'm a well-spring of creation for which there is no thirst
like king Midas but reversed
everything I touch is cursed to live on my walls"

She'll use a brush of each size
on a shadow at play and the light it implies
but she paints her own life with such broad, broad strokes
the deepest shade of blue
'til nothing else shines through
I suppose I do that too, sometimes
yeah I guess I do that too...