Lyrics Rearrange the Art - Sarah Jarosz
Maybe
I
could
rearrange
the
art
That
hangs
upon
these
walls
Or
maybe
I
should
not
The
masterpiece
that
lies
within
this
room
Has
yet
to
leave
these
halls
And
break
through
every
door
But
I
lie
here
on
my
back
I
stare
into
the
white
The
lack
of
color
blinds
these
eyes
With
silence
comes
the
sight
Maybe
I
could
call
you
on
the
phone
Tell
you
all
my
thoughts
Or
maybe
I
should
not
These
corridors
and
empty
feathered
beds
Are
lacking
what
I'd
hoped
In
pictures
in
my
head
But
I
lie
here
on
my
back
I
stare
into
the
black
The
lack
of
color
blinds
these
eyes
With
darkness
comes
the
night
Maybe
I
can
do
this
on
my
own
Make
way
for
solitude
Or
maybe
I
need
you
The
ruby
hues
that
outline
all
my
words
Are
chapped
and
humming
chords
I've
never
used
before
But
I
lie
here
on
my
back
I
stare
into
the
past
The
memories
cloud
my
mind
With
dreaming
comes
the
flight
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