歌词
Would it be a safe comparison
That the marks on the road are a narrative
A story of my embarrassment
And the streaks left behind in my arrogance
I'm in need of an ambulance
My tears are awash in the dissonance
Oh please
Don't mean to bother you
Oh help me
My weary limbs won't move
Crumpled as discarded canvases
I feel the pain of the consequence
Bite my tongue, i've failed at portraiture
And this sketch i've made is so amateur
I'm in need of an artisan
Who paints with a grace and a diligence
Oh please
Don't mean to bother you
Oh help me
My weary limbs won't move
Would it be a safe comparison
That the marks on the road are a narrative