From canvas painted black
Torn pages and rough drafts
Did we come from the sand
Did we need help to stand back
Did we need help to stand back
Did the artist close his eyes
Did the paint rain from the sky
Oh such a haphazard sight
Did we need help to lie down
Did we need help to lie down
Imagine floating back
Slow motion gold and black
No savior, no escape
Just art in an empty space
From dreams filled with air
We fell back began to tear
We were formed, tossed in hair
Perfectly packaged, primped without a care
Only pretending we'd know how to share
Not given feathers yet told to fly
Not shown truth so forced to lie
I just wanted a bigger piece of pie
Just wanted a bigger piece of pie
Now imagine floating back
Slow motion gold and black
No savior, no escape
Just art in an empty space
Our home, this street, your house
All shout, we are the most beautiful ones
Now imagine floating back
(Further with you)
Slow motion gold and black
(Black and blue)
No savior, no escape
Just art in an empty space