Even Light Crawls Testo

this is the light spilling onto the floor, traced back on the wall, and under the door, into your room, where the picture you�ll paint hangs above your bed/ and when your gone, statues will move, statues will move, when you are gone/ and my focus will bleed like watercolors on tissue paper/ don�t think that that man made of paint is blind, because the eyes you failed to make, don�t think I wouldn�t watch you/ this is the light spilling onto the floor tonight, traced back on the wall and under your door, into your room, where the picture you�ll paint hangs above your bed/ don�t think that