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

I can only remember the first ones

And when the curtains were closed

I could still see your eyelashes beating

I can still see your breath on the window

But I think I want it to go away

From Indian Lakes - Paintings

/ I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. /

Today was an ordinary day, but the minute I heard this fragile, sad and beautiful song it suddenly was filled with inner light, warmth and remembrance. And precisely through such moments you can always find a piece of the beauty and the value in something absolute ordinary, and find a longing to keep this imprint in your heart...