Lot's Wife

Lyrics

Well there's art in here somewhere
underneath the spiral notebooks
and Italian magazines
or in these voices I hear
from the window in the wall 
to my ear - I can't believe it...
I made a portrait for you
but I can't draw and I can't paint
so I wrote it down for you to read it
and I won't live forever
but I can die a thousand times 
before I really feel it
 
Chorus: 
Flatline low - now I see
how could I have been so blind
I didn't know - it comes and goes
I have become - a believer
but I can't make up my mind
Am I flatline low or just tired?
 
I composed a piece...
for gun and cello
here in my head, imitation artiste
and I save tears by the drop
and I count glass in pieces 
and panic when the music stops...
 
Chorus
 
Am I flatline low or just tired?
Am I flatline low or just flatlined?