Watercolor

Painter cordoned off
Few can color wade
Turning colors in your shower water
Kiss a blue dog collar day

Paid it off in muscle
Few can claw it to grace
Fire cages of your water
Color the beast of faith

If you can swallow the madness
Be apart, a part of some
Wore your shoes to bed in case
The Christ would care to come

Painter call me often
Truth and color could wait
Fire cages of your water
Color my heart to beat

If you can swallow the madness
Be apart, a part of some
Wore your shoes to bed in case
The Christ would care to come

For that comet ride, the star field dip
And the star field bend and twirl
Born homesick for some other world



Credits
Writer(s): Sarah Quillin
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