You always say you wanna create the things like I do
You want to move the world with colour and sound
You like the idea of translating expression from your finger tips
Now I didn't much like that face that you put on your canvas
And I couldn't help but say to you I said I look sad
You turned and sincerely asked, "Well why do you feel that way?"
I'm not like you, but I'm a lot like you
And still you make me bleed confusion right through
Now I've seen you lie with your head pressed to the window pane
You exhale and trace your fathers name in to your breath
I never knew him but you tell me that you smile the same way
And I often wonder how men spoke before they could speak
Using only their hands and their eyes
What would I say if I could speak with you that way?
I'm not like you, but I'm a lot like you
And still you make me bleed confusion right through
Artist: Morgan Frazier
Artist: Fischer-z
Artist: Dying Breed