Liberty has led the people down the tunnel
Deep in the heart of glowing red ink
My mind is hurting, my heart is breaking
When did they have the time to think?
Oh, those famous old painters
Got nothing on me
Those famous old painters
Still caterwaul, all, all
The sun glows hot, the stars are misty
Doctor Gachet has called it a day
My mind is bursting, up to the seams
Caught in the museum inside my dreams
Those famous old painters
Got nothing on me
Those famous old painters
And they caterwaul, all, all, all...
Signs etched in the distance
Covered in oils and turpentine
Flushed over with colour, shading and details
Only a fool could find...
Oh, those famous old painters
Got nothing on me...
Those famous, famous old painters...
Yet again, this is really sounding like Chris.
Sometimes life throws you a painful blow
Whether it be many shades of violet or seven shades of blue
I know my moral compass is running out of steam
Only wind and sun can bring me back to you
Oh, take me back to where I belong
Take me back to where I left
Going left right left
Right left right
Left right left
On the endless U-turn that is Death
Going left right left
Right left right
Left right left
On the endless U-turn that is Death
Sounds like Chris, doesn't it?