Well they say that your paintings 
Are the work of an untrained mind
Unlike any image
In the eyes of the unconfined

So I stare at your still life
As if it were wild
I look for your blues
In the natural light

I see you're collected
And you're put up on display
You got people around you
And the people who those other people pay

To stare at your still life
As if it were wild
To look for your blues
In the natural light

We stare at your still life
As if it were wild
We look for your blues
In a natural light