She's got an eye for colour
So I let her paint me
Maybe then I'll call her
To see what she sees
And as the picture breaks open
Many years from now
Maybe I'll keep it as a token
Of what we don't know how
Please softly
Tell me what to do
I feel it sliding off me
But I want to see it through
Please Open your eyes for me
Stare at the setting sun
Obscured by misty mornings
Talking out you said
It's just a matter of being insane
One more cup of tea
Before I have to go
Oh I wish I could see
That which is not shown
Please blow out your candles
As I lay me down
Obscured by misty mornings
Talking out you said
It's just a matter of being insane
Talking out you said
It's just a matter of being insane