Abm The more I run the farther away it seems Dbm What is green is always more than a yard away Abm Art is a mean meditation, staring at a blank screen Dbm Eb In between what we mean and the things we say Abm Gb Dbm B x2 Abm B I gotta stay one step ahead of a losing game E Gb I’m a slave to the pages I throw away Dbm To create, complicate, it’s the same damn thing B E Eb Once it’s made, I’m too good to appreciate Ab7 Dbm7 So I try to put a little piece of myself in Dbm E Keep the pretty people listening Ab Dbm Keep in mind all the negatives and positives E Ab Charges floatin' round the audience Dbm E I’m biting my tongue Ab But the words don’t come Dbm E I'm biting my tongue But the words don't come Abm Abm B It’s in the air it’s in the atmosphere E Dbm I can hear but I can’t tell what it’s telling me Abm B Too many sides to a story, all these colors and shapes E Dbm Eb I’m afraid if I love it they won’t agree Abm Gb Dbm B x2 Abm B Art is love, love is work E It hurts to give yourself to it Gb Art is work, work is love Reminding us why we do it Dbm Art is love, love is work Bm It hurts to give yourself to it E Eb Art is work, work is love Forget yourself for the music Ab7 Ab Dbm So I try to put a little piece of myself in E Keep the pretty people listening Ab Dbm Keep in mind all the negatives and positives E Ab Charges floatin' round the audience Dbm E I’m biting my tongue Ab But the words don’t come Dbm E I’m bi-bb-biting my tongue, Oh Ab Dbm E But the words don’t come, come, come, come