Paintings

I took all of my research and made it a while back
 I have a thought for a while
 Who is my teacher I'll never learn anything
 And who has been my lover
 She waits me in the dark to steal my love
 To steal my love
 Take these hands
 What have I made them do
 What have you made them for
 Am I the only one
 Left to sing at all
 I met a falling creature
 I picked him up, I licked his wounds
 He bit my hands, I see the preacher
 To fill my cup, please fill my cup
 I had to take away all of the paintings
 Inside my head, uh oaaah uh oaaah uh oaaah
 I can only remember the first ones
 And when the curtains were closed
 I could still your eyelashes beating
 Uh oaaah uh oaaah uh oaaah
 I could still see your breath on the window
 But I think I wanted to get away
 I think I wanted to get away
 I think I wanted to get away
 I think I wanted to get away