Bring Prudence - Painter's Wife lyrics

Fell in love with a painter's wife and I get it, I shouldn't have done it. But the secondhand smoke, all his friends and their jokes - she went out, we met eyes on the stairwell. And I found them one night on the lawn by the bell eating cherries and telling me I was a riot. (Thanks!) But the way her bracelets hit my floor, I could tell she preferred something tighter. And every evening I still hear that message tone. Normally I felt so alone. And I haven't forgotten, I'll never forget the shine of her face and the hole in my gut. Normally I felt so whole. I've never been good at saying I'm sorry and I came to your door, but I never knocked. Cause I saw all your paintings through the curve of her back. You and I, we just paint different figures.