[Verse 1]
Well, she's kind of like an artist
Sitting on the floor
She never finishes, she abandons
She never shows a soul
And she's kind of like a movie
That everyone rushes to see
And no one understands it
Sitting in their seats
[Chorus 1]
She closes her mouth to speak (Closes her mouth to-)
And what comes out's a mystery
She's thought about, not understood
She's aching to be
[Verse 2]
Well, she dances alone in nightclubs
Every other day of the week
And people look right through her
Baby doll, check your cheek
And she's kind of like a poet
Who finds it hard to speak
The colors come so slowly
Like the colors down on the streets
[Chorus 2]
She closes her mouth to speak (Closes her mouth to-)
And she closes her eyes to see
She's thought about, not understood
She's aching to be
[Post-Chorus]
Well, I've been aching for a while now, friend
Well, I've been aching hard for years
[Verse 3]
Well, she's kind of like an artist
That uses paints no more
She never shows you what she's doing
She'll never show a soul
And I saw one of your pictures
But there was nothing that I could see
If no one's on your canvas
Well, I'm aching to be
[Chorus 3]
She closes her mouth to speak
And she closes her eyes to see
She's thought about, not only loved
She's aching to be
Just like me
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