Songtexte Just for You to Hear - Eskimeaux

Weird, empty bed awaits
Big, as big as outer space
I make a painting of a painting
I'm sorry about what I said

Two wounds bruise in the shape of you
I rage and recoil
I make a painting of a painting
And search our story's soil

I dig through black and blue
Red and green and gold
And I find love
But no foot hold

Is it weird to have friend after friend
Try to get your ear
As song after song is written
Just for you to hear?