[Verse]
F
The more I run the farther away it seems
A#m G#
What is green is always more than a yard away
F
Art is a mean meditation, staring at a blank screen
A#m G#
In between what we mean and the things we say
F
I gotta stay one step ahead of a losing game
A#m G#
I’m a slave to the pages I throw away
F
To create, complicate, it’s the same damn thing
A#m G#
Once it’s made, I’m too good to appreciate
[Chorus]
F A#m
So I try to put a little piece of myself in
G#
Keep the pretty people listening
F A#m
Keep in mind all the negatives and positives
G# F
Charges floatin' round the audience
F A#m
I’m biting my tongue
G#
But the words don’t come
F A#m
I'm bi- bi-bi-biting my tongue
G#
Oh but the words don't come
[Verse]
F
It’s in the air it’s in the atmosphere
A#m G#
I can hear but I can’t tell what it’s telling me
F
Too many sides to a story, all these colors and shapes
A#m G#
I’m afraid if I love it they won’t agree
[Bridge]
F
Art is love, love is work
It hurts to give yourself to it
A#m
Art is work, work is love
G#
Reminding us why we do it
F
Art is love, love is work
It hurts to give yourself to it
A#m
Art is work, work is love
G#
Forget yourself for the music
[Chorus]
F A#m
So I try to put a little piece of myself in
G#
Keep the pretty people listening
F A#m
Keep in mind all the negatives and positives
G# F
Charges floatin' round the audience
F A#m
I’m biting my tongue
G#
But the words don’t come
F A#m
I'm bi- bi-bi-biting my tongue
G#
Oh but the words don't come