Lyrics

are you the color you choose
or does the color choose you
there is no blue in this scene

oil falling on sky
it’s neither day or the night
can you see in between

I have come to call you now
I have come to call you now

painter, don’t throw your brush away
painter, don’t throw your brush away

there is a face taking form
don’t know where it comes from
but you see where it’s going

so you follow the voice
do you have any choice
you either sink or you float

I have come to call you now
I have come to call you now

painter, don’t throw your brush away
painter, don’t throw your brush away

we see the world scroll on by
are we demand or supply
as we run in the wheel

poems lost in the air
the singer’s killed by despair
as the actors reveal

I have come to call you now
I have come to call you now

painter, don’t throw your brush away
painter, don’t throw your brush away