I really like the way you do it The way your paintings really move The brushes and the colored angels A sour darkness and the grooves A subtle light and, ah, the blues I like the way you play the blues I like the way you draw the motions I like the notions in between I like it better than your breathing I find it easier to care And you're the curse and you're the burden And you mean nothing, I swear And all the writings, all the songs Are like a while on white and, oh I guess, you'll never catch the meaning Of all your yellows and blues And if you only get this one thing It never was about you