I cannot finish the painting

The landscape's amazing

But it feels like it's made with an IED

A fantasy of all the wicked things I'd like to see, ooh

Now that the stillness, too, has faded from view

If I could be more like the sea

I'd wave you in till you were swa-swa-swallowing by me

Climb in me as carelessly

And you'll feel the bow give underneath suddenly

But I'm just a series of breaths

Not a tree, not yet

I will still take your breath away

All people are evil

I have lied to you

Tried to do good, but I am too