Written some time ago.
recorded in my bathroom.
you look taller in green, elegant and free like a bird with nothing on it's chest
you look lighter in blue, the right strap left askew and the roundness that shows of your breast
you look dangerous in red, from your heels to your head, someone who'll steal more than my breath
you looked better in yellow when you danced with the fellow, who joked of an impending death
and though the colours change the pain still remains
terminal timing that's ticking away from you
you look paler in stripes, as the man holds you tight when the pain from the chemo sets in
that dotted dress that you're wearing's got the boys all a'stearing but he frets that you're getting to thin
you look younger in white, only wear this one night grooming a crying fool
who looks empty in black with your weight on his back he blames noone, and his tears pool
released October 6, 2015
Dave: Guitars, vox, tapping
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