My brother's hands built distant lands From the forests and the shorelines of his mind. He never let me, or my Josephine, Catch a glance at the canvas that took all of his time. Until the day we heard the crash and they came in through the backdoor As he screamed "Don't let them take what I designed." We saw the world that he had made As he vanished through the paint and his hand reached out to pull us safe inside. They caught me as I placed her down in New York City streets. Love roared as they pulled me back and tears fell from her cheeks And she said, "When you let go, where will I be?" And I broke down and said, "I'll be shackled, you'll be free." I was put to work, told to pick her world apart Turn her colors to arithmetic, and code the painting's heart. Chained me to a wall, so I could never fall In the memories that haunted me and echoed through the halls. Dangled dreams in front of me, Keep me running on the wheel Programmed like the rest of them to never think or feel. They caught me as I placed her down in New York City streets. Love roared as they pulled me back and tears fell from her cheeks And she said, "When you let go, where will I be?" And I broke down and said, "Love is shackles, you'll be free."