| Song | Paintings |
| Artist | From Indian Lakes |
| Album | Able Bodies |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| God took all of my research | |
| And ate it up. | |
| One by one. | |
| I Haven’t thought for a while. | |
| Who is my teacher? | |
| I'll never learn anything. | |
| And who has been my lover? | |
| She waits in the dark | |
| To steal my love | |
| To steal my love. | |
| Take these hands. | |
| What have I made them do? | |
| What have you made them for? | |
| Am I the only one left to sin at all? | |
| I met a fallen creature. | |
| I picked him up. | |
| I licked his wounds. | |
| He bit my hand. | |
| I see the preacher | |
| To fill my cup | |
| Please fill my cup. | |
| I had to take away all of the paintings | |
| Inside of my head. | |
| Oo whoa oh | |
| Oo whoa oh | |
| Oo whoa oh | |
| Oh | |
| I can only remember the first ones. | |
| And when the curtains were closed | |
| I could still see your eyelashes beating. | |
| oo whoa oh | |
| oo whoa oh | |
| oo whoa oh | |
| oh oh | |
| I can still see your breathe on the window, | |
| But I think I want it to go away | |
| But I think I want it to go away | |
| But I think I want it to go away | |
| But I think I want it to go away |
| God took all of my research | |
| And ate it up. | |
| One by one. | |
| I Haven' t thought for a while. | |
| Who is my teacher? | |
| I' ll never learn anything. | |
| And who has been my lover? | |
| She waits in the dark | |
| To steal my love | |
| To steal my love. | |
| Take these hands. | |
| What have I made them do? | |
| What have you made them for? | |
| Am I the only one left to sin at all? | |
| I met a fallen creature. | |
| I picked him up. | |
| I licked his wounds. | |
| He bit my hand. | |
| I see the preacher | |
| To fill my cup | |
| Please fill my cup. | |
| I had to take away all of the paintings | |
| Inside of my head. | |
| Oo whoa oh | |
| Oo whoa oh | |
| Oo whoa oh | |
| Oh | |
| I can only remember the first ones. | |
| And when the curtains were closed | |
| I could still see your eyelashes beating. | |
| oo whoa oh | |
| oo whoa oh | |
| oo whoa oh | |
| oh oh | |
| I can still see your breathe on the window, | |
| But I think I want it to go away | |
| But I think I want it to go away | |
| But I think I want it to go away | |
| But I think I want it to go away |
| God took all of my research | |
| And ate it up. | |
| One by one. | |
| I Haven' t thought for a while. | |
| Who is my teacher? | |
| I' ll never learn anything. | |
| And who has been my lover? | |
| She waits in the dark | |
| To steal my love | |
| To steal my love. | |
| Take these hands. | |
| What have I made them do? | |
| What have you made them for? | |
| Am I the only one left to sin at all? | |
| I met a fallen creature. | |
| I picked him up. | |
| I licked his wounds. | |
| He bit my hand. | |
| I see the preacher | |
| To fill my cup | |
| Please fill my cup. | |
| I had to take away all of the paintings | |
| Inside of my head. | |
| Oo whoa oh | |
| Oo whoa oh | |
| Oo whoa oh | |
| Oh | |
| I can only remember the first ones. | |
| And when the curtains were closed | |
| I could still see your eyelashes beating. | |
| oo whoa oh | |
| oo whoa oh | |
| oo whoa oh | |
| oh oh | |
| I can still see your breathe on the window, | |
| But I think I want it to go away | |
| But I think I want it to go away | |
| But I think I want it to go away | |
| But I think I want it to go away |