You and me and Van Gogh in the middle in between
And there's his painting, a big yellow sun casting blue shadows over me
How did we get here, how did it start, it seemed so good for awhile
A long unraveling now we're sitting two feet apart
Enough space to feel like a mile with Van Gogh in between, in between
Love came along, I wasn't looking, it started with a knock on the door
Then you and me for decades until those boundaries marked the floor
I could have listened so long ago, to those records smashing on the wall
Or a century of wisdom predicting my fall
Once again that streetlights shining, I'm in the doorway again, again, goddamn
The big bright, silver lining, as bright as Van Gogh's sun
Those two hearts who thought we had it all
We didn't, I'm sorry, we painted what was real one day
And held it up as our own art
And now its...
You and me and Van Gogh in the middle in between
And there's his painting, a big yellow sun casting blue shadows over me
You and me and Van Gogh in the middle in between
And there's his painting, a big yellow sun casting blue shadows over me
Van Gogh, in the middle, Van Gogh, in the middle
Van Gogh, in the middle, filling the space in between
Van Gogh, in the middle, Van Gogh, in the middle
Van Gogh, in the middle, filling the space in between
In between
In between
(c) Stanfield