The Picture (bordeaux) Lyrics

The Picture (bordeaux) lyrics

A never ending Painting,

No subject defined,

Not a precise style,

Confused traits poor colours.



Are you really able to find a
message?



I,

Defeated,

Grow dim again,

To not
graze this lying vision,

To not admire the banal.



Distantly,

Glittering sides try to illude, [elude?]

Disturbing,

No results...Again....



I rove hearing the
noise...of false moves.



Skimming transparent figures,

Observing a pale

And sober, Painting....

I will deface it,

Enjoy the cut.