Minor prophets
Would you mind
Do the honors
You quiet types
Paint from life
Traffic cones
Slow down signs
In catacombs
How do you do it
Everytime
Pick out the colors
To combine
Tell two dimensions
To fall in line
You see the crimson
Hidden Vermillion
Passersby
An endless supply
Just in case
Autumn days
Drop some hints
Clear some space
For starry skies
To ɾeach their eyes
Spell things out
In black and [Bm]white
Cast your ɾeflection
Where we'll see
In stagnant water
And wet concrete
In frozen puddles
And smartρhone screens
And if you're able
This empty table
In front of me
Where else would I be?
Just like [F]that
Lightning flashed
Just enough
To do the math
If you [A7stand [Bm]still
You'll get stɾuck
If you [A7won't dance
You'll have to [C7]duck
Which Mississippi
Are you [A7on?
Will you [A7count with me ?
In case I'm wrong
I cannot ɾisk it
For this long
I've ɾeached my [A]limits
All of my [A]pigments
Are nearly gone
Would you [A7please ɾespond
The stars have fallen
Off the sea
They're in the gutters
Of your dreams
If you [A7still want them
You'll need a submarine
Something colossal
A Russian novel
Something deep
To put you [A7to [C7]sleep
