I have to feel everything deeply
If I decide to feel it at all
It’s painted in every color
Sung in every song
Written with every word
And I keep it locked away
At the root of my being
Where all the pretty things lie
Be careful of my power
The paints, the words, the songs
Stay there forever
So when I chose to feel you
Paint you, sing you, write you
Even if for just a moment—
I locked you away
At the root of my being
Where all the pretty things lie
