Paintings

God took all of my research

And ate it up.

One by one.

I Haven’t thought for a while.

Who is my teacher?

I'll never learn anything.

And who has been my lover?

She waits in the dark

To steal my love

To steal my love.

Take these hands.

What have I made them do?

What have you made them for?

Am I the only one left to sin at all?

I met a fallen creature.

I picked him up.

I licked his wounds.

He bit my hand.

I see the preacher

To fill my cup

Please fill my cup.

I had to take away all of the paintings

Inside of my head.

Oo whoa oh

Oo whoa oh

Oo whoa oh

Oh

I can only remember the first ones.

And when the curtains were closed

I could still see your eyelashes beating.

oo whoa oh

oo whoa oh

oo whoa oh

oh oh

I can still see your breathe on the window,

But I think I want it to go away

But I think I want it to go away

But I think I want it to go away

But I think I want it to go away