And you feel empty in a different way
You rest, it's time to sleep, the end of the day
Leave your brushes in an empty cup
So hard to catch on, then you found it stuck You're giving it up 'cos you can't be bothered
Letting it slide 'cos you're down
Cowering away as you've got it covered
Turning your back on the town And you feel empty as in washed and clean
Used up all the bits, so you've cleared out the scene
You put your comments in an article
You let them edit down once the page was full Please repeat the question
I'm struggling to tell
Do you ask about my business?
Or just wish me well?
Can you please repeat the answer
For I cannot decide
Do I respond with vigour?
Or take it in my stride? And you feel empty as you've lost a time
You could really get your claws in, nails filled up with grime
Decisions sprang, spontaneous, jumped up to surprise
Now nothing springs alive, the medium's sanitised
And you feel empty like the pages of a book
That had nothing there to read, but you still took a look
The broken paintings that you tried to pull apart
Some say it's noble to suffer for your art Please repeat the question
I'm struggling to tell
Do you ask about my business?
Or just wish me well?
Can you please repeat the answer
For I cannot decide
Do I respond with vigour?
Or take it in my stride? Please repeat the action
It slipped out of my feel
Down onto a pavement
Crushed under a heel
Can you please repeat responses
I'm tangled in applause
Effects have been affecting me
'Til they cancelled out the cause