Blood

The more I run the farther away it seems

What is green is always more than a yard away

Art is a mean meditation, staring at a blank screen

In between what we mean and the things we say

I gotta stay one step ahead of a losing game

I’m a slave to the pages I throw away

To create, complicate, it’s the same damn thing

Once it’s made, I’m too good to appreciate

So I try to put a little piece of myself in

Keep the pretty people listening

Keep in mind all the negatives and positives

Charges floatin' round the audience

I’m biting my tongue

But the words don’t come

I'm fine but I'm biting my tongue

Oh, but the words don't come

It’s in the air it’s in the atmosphere

I can hear but I can’t tell what it’s telling me

Too many sides to a story, all these colors and shapes

I’m afraid if I love it you won’t agree

Art is love, love is work

It hurts to give yourself to it

Art is work, work is love

Reminding us why we do it

Art is love, love is work

It hurts to give yourself to it

Art is work, work is love

Forget yourself for the music

So I try to put a little piece of myself in

Keep the pretty people listening

Keep in mind all the negatives and positives

Charges floatin' round the audience

I'm fine but I'm biting my tongue

Oh, but the words don't come