El Greco - Paula Cole

I’m black on blacker velvet

Milk skin and veins

Like some El Greco painting

So full of pain

So full of longing for light of day

I thought I knew who I was in the world

But here I am twice blind at being born

Crawling to my buried voice, within

And I’ve forgotten who I used to be

And I’ve forgotten the woman in red

Living her dream

And I’ve forgotten the courage I used to be

Happiness is overrated

It never lasts

Skating the surface of oceanic depths

Oh may the fruit of my life be meaning

So please forgive me all my seriousness

My so-called spirituality

I’m just a mess

I’m tears and anxiety

But I’m unafraid to See

And I’ve forgotten who I used to be

The leader in her glory shining, divining

And I’ve forgotten, the courage I used to be

The middle passage is so damned humbling, persona crumbling

I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know

And I try, and I try, and I try, and I try, and I try

I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know

And I try, and I try, and I try, and I try, and I try

Like some El Greco painting

No sun or sky

No lantern, no candle needed to light

The holy radiance behind the eyes

And I’ve forgotten who I used to be

And I’ve forgotten the woman in red, living her dream

And I’ve forgotten the courage I used to be

I don’t know…