The Vestals - Before the Color Dries lyrics

He woke up slow Pulled up by an old hand He'd done it once before To write a song naked in snow Now he floats and fumbles around All the while she laughs and sings About a friend she had for a while The beaten man And poets say it's okay to breathe dust and smoke all day Crept along the paintbrush shades, her Chinese vase Flowers will not rest in here Before the color dries Not before she pays for another under the table Cry for the girl, steal from the boy Life can't be always fair Together once in line in stream Together for one empty dream and empty cradle