The cost of living quietly
On the tallest wall
Dividing the town center and the affluent suburbs
She spent the night spraying the words
All truth dies where the crime rate falls
And painted beside it
Her masterpiece
Better than she'd ever practiced
But by the time we went to see it in the morning
It was painted over
Beige again
Her point was proven but her art was lost
Said
I think we can live quietly
But at what cost
Time kept us distant for a while
I heard she turned to botany and the bottle
Her old marionette now generating its own microclimate
With high intensity discharge bulbs nurturing a growing number of plants each day
Seldom sober she wobbles from pot to pot with a watering can
Wetting already damp soil
Then sits
In the middle of it all
Sipping wine from a whisky tumbler
Her compulsions consumed her entirely
There perhaps
The cost of living quietly
On the tallest wall
Diving the town center and the affluent suburbs
She spent the night spraying the words
All truth dies where the crime rate falls
And beside it painted
Her masterpiece
Better than she'd ever practiced
But by the time we went to see it in the morning it was painted over
Beige again
Her point was proven but her art was lost
Said
I think we could live quietly
But at what cost
Dividing the town center and the affluent suburbs
She spent the night spraying the words
All truth dies where the crime rate falls
And painted beside it
Her masterpiece
Better than she'd ever practiced
But by the time we went to see it in the morning
It was painted over
Beige again
Her point was proven but her art was lost
Said
I think we can live quietly
But at what cost
Time kept us distant for a while
I heard she turned to botany and the bottle
Her old marionette now generating its own microclimate
With high intensity discharge bulbs nurturing a growing number of plants each day
Seldom sober she wobbles from pot to pot with a watering can
Wetting already damp soil
Then sits
In the middle of it all
Sipping wine from a whisky tumbler
Her compulsions consumed her entirely
There perhaps
The cost of living quietly
On the tallest wall
Diving the town center and the affluent suburbs
She spent the night spraying the words
All truth dies where the crime rate falls
And beside it painted
Her masterpiece
Better than she'd ever practiced
But by the time we went to see it in the morning it was painted over
Beige again
Her point was proven but her art was lost
Said
I think we could live quietly
But at what cost
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Writer(s): Robert Mitchell
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