Lyrics

Paint With Illusions

Words and Music
Copyright
Miguel Lopes Capelo


On the fifth day of the sixth month
On the seventh day of exile
I was shown MAN through a hole in my wall
In secret I saw him bow to
The brotherhood of the beast
Me, I am a sinner
I bow to no-one but myself

You paint with illusions
Baby
There's no confusion in me
If you say a whole lot of nothing to me
Then you can be
My Queen Bee
You can be my Queen Bee anytime
You want to

It was the last day of that same month
On the coldest day of winter
When I came crashing to my senses
At your feet
A council of baboons
Red, White, Blue and Black
A savage Roman Empire
A murder of crows
Et tu Brutus
I guess that's the way that it goes

You paint with illusions
Baby
There's no confusion in me
If you say a whole lot of nothing to me
Then you can be
My Queen Bee
You can be my Queen Bee anytime
You can be my Queen Bee anytime
You want to

I heard a siren raising hell
On a dusty checkered plain
Saw people long forgotten
Ghosts of their former selves
All because of you

They'll tell you it's black
When it's really white
They'll say to us it's all right
When it's not okay
It's part of the plan
When it's really damned
They'll tell you to work hard
From their slippery slope
And then they go and tell you - you paint with illusions

You paint with illusions
Baby
There's no confusion in me
If you say a whole lot of nothing to me
Then you can be
My Queen Bee

You can be my Queen Bee anytime

you can be my Queen Bee anytime

You can be my Queen bee anytime

Baby