Paintings (From Indian Lakes)

I took all of my research and made it a while back I have a thought for a while Who is my teacher I'll never learn anything And who has been my lover She waits me in the dark to steal my love To steal my love Take these hands What have I made them do What have you made them for Am I the only one Left to sing at all I met a falling creature I picked him up, I licked his wounds He bit my hands ,I see the preacher To fill my cup, please fill my cup I had to take away all of the paintings Inside my head, uh oaaah uh oaaah uh oaaah I can only remember the first ones And when the curtains were closed I could still your eyelashes beating Uh oaaah uh oaaah uh oaaah I could still see your breath on the window But I think I wanted to get away I think I wanted to get away I think I wanted to get away I think I wanted to get away