Classic Objects

[Verse 1]

There was a painter

In my first studio space that I remember

She used to attach

Her own hair onto her paintings

They were stacked in the hallway

Depicting faces

Desperate but hopeful

[Verse 2]

A row of death masks

Fusing life and death together

I mean, life and art, or is it death?

Or maybe it's just me?

[Pre-Chorus 1]

At times, I have been

Obsessed with connecting

To materials and textures

And I dreamt of having

[Chorus 1]

A face made of marble

A face made of marble

A face made of marble

[Verse 3]

How do you kiss, how do you kiss

A piece of marble

Or a piece of gold?

I've always tried, I've always tried

To prove that I'm the living

Connecting dead parts, dead parts, dead parts

[Pre-Chorus 2]

Once I tried acting

I was the virgin in the cast

Like I wasn't quite human

Performing alabaster

[Chorus 2]

An empty canvas

The shape around the others

In a silent pageant

Away from emotion

Now I rearrange objects

That my friend made for my show

I'm not sure if these are art

Or just stuff she made for me

[Post-Chorus]

But I rearrange them on the countertop

Like I'm examining the stage plot

Working on my performance

Examining the borders, the borders

Living my text

Two dead parts (Two dead parts)

Two still-lifes (Two still-lifes)