I met art in the darkness of Eden
He kissed me with colors I was giving
He painted me with strokes of passion
Said that I taste like blood and rain
He made me feel his wild expression
Gave me recognition and drama

Art is a lonely lover and I am only his tiny dancer,
Swaying in the pouring pain
He left me for another
He took away his hues and shades
He left me in the cold and grays
Painted me as his sad clown
Enjoyed the way I gave myself away