You're Not Even Alive

Draw me a wise thin as blood
And I watch it dance on a ballroom floor 
Send me peaches from afternoon 
I know horses that lie to be damned 
Baby I'm blessed with a putty knife 
Trying to find a window in the painted sand, oh 
It's my duty to find you happy today 
Just as I'm tearing your life away 
Caught around an avalanche 
Look at the snow discolored blanch 
I tried to lift you underneath an elm tree 
But you wanted to go back 
Painting all your treasures black