Made of the Maker

You are the subject and you are the painter
You are the blonde (red) haired maid of the maker
New York City loves us, New York City loathes us
New York City wants to beat, bathe, and clothe us
I have known you since the day I met you
There was a light above your head
You with your tangles, you are so lovely
I would hate to hold you too tightly
Life is not something to be mastered
Spill your wine on the canvas, dip your hands in plaster
It's okay, it’s alright, one day we're gonna die
It's okay, it’s alright, one day we're gonna die
It's okay if you make the most of your time
Maybe I wouldn't know you from the desert
Maybe I wouldn't know you from the sea
Maybe I wouldn't know you from the sea
It's only
It's only
Because you are everything
Because you are everything to me
It’s okay, it’s alright, it's okay it’s alright it's okay it's alright