Come & see the Portrait of Love This aint no history sculpture just a love getting closer (Yeahhh) [Bridge] The color of love Is it red? or is it blue? the creation
my fate One long drift across the lake of Avalon One more trip that I must create And my eyes sweep a shore that was always there A blood red line Through
Just keep it going I'm a red pill taker, who's my real maker? Group homes and tombstones to feel safer Loopholes for new souls, let's keep praying Too grown to complain, I create
paradise never created floating on the tide of the human mind washing the shores of the microcosmos guiding hordes of men towards the sick and the blind -red
stars that absent, marred All creation with their theft In the beginning Bewinged and ringed with dawn This favoured Avatar, enthralled Swansongs from those that thronged this shore
see the Portrait of Love This aint no history sculpture just a love getting closer (Yeahhh) [Bridge] The color of love Is it red? or is it blue? the creation
hold tranquility The brides of sin are wed Their price, nine holy heads White marble walls bleed red Fuck the Bastards Come on... God's creation -
the one I will marry on the Red River shore. I jumped on my bronco and away I did ride to marry my true love on the Red River side. But her pa knew the
& see the Portrait of Love This aint no history sculpture just a love getting closer (Yeahhh) [Bridge] The color of love Is it red? or is it blue? the creation
Like the Wiz's scarecrow because I haven't got a brain Oh I can tell you why The ocean's near the shore To look smart I paint myself so I look well red