Abm
The more I run the farther away it seems
Dbm
What is green is always more than a yard away
Abm
Art is a mean meditation, staring at a blank screen
Dbm Eb
In between what we mean and the things we say
Abm Gb Dbm B x2
Abm B
I gotta stay one step ahead of a losing game
E Gb
I’m a slave to the pages I throw away
Dbm
To create, complicate, it’s the same damn thing
B E Eb
Once it’s made, I’m too good to appreciate
Ab7 Dbm7
So I try to put a little piece of myself in
Dbm E
Keep the pretty people listening
Ab Dbm
Keep in mind all the negatives and positives
E Ab
Charges floatin' round the audience
Dbm E
I’m biting my tongue
Ab
But the words don’t come
Dbm E
I'm biting my tongue
But the words don't come
Abm
Abm B
It’s in the air it’s in the atmosphere
E Dbm
I can hear but I can’t tell what it’s telling me
Abm B
Too many sides to a story, all these colors and shapes
E Dbm Eb
I’m afraid if I love it they won’t agree
Abm Gb Dbm B x2
Abm B
Art is love, love is work
E
It hurts to give yourself to it
Gb
Art is work, work is love
Reminding us why we do it
Dbm
Art is love, love is work
Bm
It hurts to give yourself to it
E Eb
Art is work, work is love
Forget yourself for the music
Ab7 Ab Dbm
So I try to put a little piece of myself in
E
Keep the pretty people listening
Ab Dbm
Keep in mind all the negatives and positives
E Ab
Charges floatin' round the audience
Dbm E
I’m biting my tongue
Ab
But the words don’t come
Dbm E
I’m bi-bb-biting my tongue, Oh
Ab Dbm E
But the words don’t come, come, come, come
