Rothko

You see shapes

Inside the paintings

But all I see is black

At a chapel here in Houston

Where we're standing

Back to back

Questions here are useless

Nothing answers back

But I can't stop my mind

From trying

All it wants to know is why

Other people's prayers

Hanging in the air

Between you and me

And everything

We've kept unsaid so carefully

I don't want to care so much

For someone I can barely see

But I can't stop my body pining

All it wants to do is try

Me without a hill to die on

You without a ring to kiss

With nightfall comes that fool Orion

Who never swings so can't be missed

A machine with no sеnse

Is just a wheel to spin

For all we try to invent

Wе wind up here again

Me without a hill to die on

Guess I'll have to heal from this

Pool cue and a pair of pythons

Make my own caduceus

We seem to be ending

Before we begin

It's like losing the feeling

In a phantom limb

We choose which fools to suffer

And they choose to suffer us

We lose all use of color

Just water on the brush

But you and me

We could be

Cadmium

Cadmium red

Cadmium

Cadmium red