Giacometti

His mother looks back at me
Tortured artistry
It brought me up then ran me down

The home is a gallery
It's different when you can see it
It sealed me up then shot me out

And there's terrible things to come
Beautiful things to come

You're thin like a nail
Black paint in the lungs
Peeling away from this earth to go back home
Your heart's way up there and mine is too

The wall's mostly quiet so
Where else could I ever go?
I'm fixed on this one moment
My feet never touch the floor
Shadows in the alcove
Francisco's ghost spoke soft to Giacometti

Beautiful things to come

You're thin like a nail
Black paint in the lungs
Peeling away from this earth to go back home
Your heart's way up there and mine is too

Don't think I didn't see you
Don't think I didn't feel it
I only feel your spirit and the terrible things to come
Don't think I didn't see you
Don't think I didn't feel it
I only feel your spirit and the shadows in the alcove

Thin like a nail
Black paint in the lungs
Peeling away from this earth to go back home
Your heart's way up there and mine is with you



Credits
Writer(s): Rowyn Campbell
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