Watercolor

The queen of wands again picks me

I don’t want your hand, just coffee

Taking up your pen and planned to tell you true

Taking up your pen with the bourgeoisie, everybody

Watercolor, watercolor

Why are we

Oil and water, oil and water, everybody

Here’s your still life, here’s your portrait

Your topography, everybody

I am water, I am color

The moon’s burning again

Is this my room, the curtains on fire?

Well I don’t wanna die, I want you to chase me

I don’t want to die here with the bourgeoisie

Watercolor, watercolor

Why are we

Oil and water, oil and water, everybody

Here’s your still life, here’s your portrait

Your topography, everybody

I am water, I am color