Im black on blacker velvet,
Milk skin and veins,
Like some El Greco painting,
So full of pain.
So full of longing for light of day.
I thought I knew who I was in the world.
But here I am twice blind at being born,
Crawling to my buried voice, within.
And Ive forgotten who I used to be.
And Ive forgotten the woman in red,
Living her dream.
And Ive forgotten the courage I used to be.
Happiness is overrated,
It never lasts.
Skating the surface of oceanic depths.
Oh may the fruit of my life be meaning.
So please forgive me all my seriousness,
My so-called spirituality,
Im just a mess.
Im tears and anxiety,
But Im unafraid to See.
And Ive forgotten who I used to be,
The leader in her glory shining, divining.
And Ive forgotten, the courage I used to be,
The middle passage is so damned humbling, persona crumbling,
I dont know, I dont know, I dont know, I dont know, I dont know.
And I try, and I try, and I try, and I try, and I try.
I dont know, I dont know, I dont know, I dont know, I dont know,
And I try, and I try, and I try, and I try, and I try.
Like some El Greco painting,
No sun or sky.
No lantern, no candle needed to light,
The holy radiance behind the eyes.
And Ive forgotten who I used to be.
And Ive forgotten the woman in red, living her dream.
And Ive forgotten the courage I used to be.
I dont know...