Blood

The more I run the farther away it seems
What is green is always more than a yard away
Art is a mean meditation, staring at a blank screen
In between what we mean and the things we say

I gotta stay one step ahead of a losing game
I’m a slave to the pages I throw away
To create, complicate, it’s the same damn thing
Once it’s made, I’m too good to appreciate

So I try to put a little piece of myself in
Keep the pretty people listening
Keep in mind all the negatives and positives
Charges floatin' round the audience

I’m biting my tongue
But the words don’t come
I'm fine but I'm biting my tongue
Oh, but the words don't come
Come

It’s in the air it’s in the atmosphere
I can hear but I can’t tell what it’s telling me
Too many sides to a story, all these colors and shapes
I’m afraid if I love it you won’t agree

Art is love, love is work
It hurts to give yourself to it
Art is work, work is love
Reminding us why we do it
Art is love, love is work
It hurts to give yourself to it
Art is work, work is love
Forget yourself for the music

So I try to put a little piece of myself in
Keep the pretty people listening
Keep in mind all the negatives and positives
Charges floatin' round the audience

I’m biting my tongue
Oh, but the words don't come
I’m biting my tongue
Oh, but the words don't come
Come
Come
Come