the shots, they scattered the wild life that was there around van gogh's end
that road was just waiting to be followed but you never go there again
he never went there again
we've heard about christ and your crosses but we all hear unholy hums
we all run around painting portraits and sometimes an ugly one
and sometimes they look like a van gogh
the sky it is huge and it's frightning and fear digs its holes in the ground
the ground is just waiting to swallow and to fold her wings around
and you, i can see you've been by there
i can see you behind your ghost
your eyes look like they've been damaged by going where van gogh goes
that road was just waiting to be followed but you never go there again
he never went there again
we've heard about christ and your crosses but we all hear unholy hums
we all run around painting portraits and sometimes an ugly one
and sometimes they look like a van gogh
the sky it is huge and it's frightning and fear digs its holes in the ground
the ground is just waiting to swallow and to fold her wings around
and you, i can see you've been by there
i can see you behind your ghost
your eyes look like they've been damaged by going where van gogh goes