The Painting from The Singles by Jack Alacka

Maybe I wasted more time than I needed to
Your ring finger hand was turning my head blue
A branch to your tree like a phantom limb
Well maybe if more that you asked me to sing

And I colored both your eyes the same as mine
But you were the artist and I, I a far cry
If colors together someday we’ll find
Then pictures we lost but the paint hasn’t yet dried

Brushes will come clean
Brushes they’ll get clean
Brushes they'll always wash clean
But censurable hands they're stained for keeps

Maybe I wasted more time than I needed to
Your ring finger hand still turning my head blue
A branch to your tree like a phantom limb
Well maybe if more that you asked me to sing

And I colored both your eyes the same as mine
But you were the artist and I’m still a far cry
If colors together someday we’ll find
Then pictures we lost but the paint hasn’t yet dried

And brushes they'll wash clean
Brushes they’ll come clean
Brushes will always wash clean
But penitent hands.....

On your podium stand
With your odium hands
And ring my neck

• Alternative
• Alternative Acoustic
• acoustic guitar
• guitar
• singer-songwriter
•  ambient electronic
• Sacramento