i've stripped the walls to white

the floors to wood

and all to right this room here

with chancellor pink


it's on the ceiling

to look up is appealing

at the skyline of chancellor pink


each guest is shadowed

by my keen and silent marrow

as i spy their mood to question what they think

and spray the air with chancellor pink


paint me down


you have your days planned

and you burn them in the waste land

under brown fog of another winter's drought


but i'm on fire

and i'm spinning in a gyre

with the color of a life that let's you out


and if we must be subject

to a certain stately object

then i must submit to chancellor pink

i must admit to chancellor pink


paint me down


and i'm just knowing

that my room will soon be growing

'til the whole house is chancellor pink

'til the whole world is chancellor pink


paint me down