Monet in Black and White
A new leaf in its first flight
Monet in black and white
Hold me in your jealous favour
Just like you held his precious lilies tight
Comfortable this way
I used to be
Or though I used to be Pulling at the edges Tearing at the seams Under eucalyptus trees
I'm u inside your oculus
Watching baby birds bounce off the walls And I watch them fall
To the floor with a flick of your wrist
Now do your job, and beg my pardon Like some sheer top
I can see right through
Crush the leaves into pulp
The scent is stronger as the pitch pours out And what is this tone?
And where is my key?
Under eucalyptus trees
Autor(es): william kendrick, ben browning, mirko vogel, Christopher Smith
