4 acessos
I'm painting you a picture with these words
But you will never see it, never see this picture
I'm shading in this picture with these verbs
But you will never see it, never see this picture
But I'd only ever show it to a blind man
And ask him he thinks about the colors and the numbers
And the shading and all those things
I'm hanging up the truth on these walls
Which will soon be plastered over like a thousand times before
But I'd only ever show it to a blind man
And he would tell me things about the colors and the numbers
And the shading and all those things
Painting you a picture with these words
But you will never see it, never see this picture
Well I'd only ever show it to a blind man
And ask him he thinks about the colors and the numbers
And the shading and all those things