Someday I'll have a good one and I won't be feeling wrong
I am only beginning to see where the light is on
I won't believe what is told till I have felt the power
Dogs still bark in my eye, so I wrestle them love.
White, paint white.
Walls white.
Wolves white.
Black and white tiled bathroom
Scare me almost to die
His painted head comes at me
Stabs me on my left side
I am pushing away strongly
Forcing out all of my love
Finally he is crying
Back in the white bath tub
White, paint white.
Walls white.
Bathe white.
Shattered into a million pieces All disappear.
Floating in pitch black space
Except for a star that's near
watching the earth below us
People are running silly
Happy there's nothing to be
I'm happy there's nothing to do.
White.
credits
from Lowered,
released June 1, 2011
Pat Parra: Guitar, Vocals, Keys