They say pain can bring out the artist's best
But since you've been gone, I just can't care less
Common sense doesn't realize
It can hurt so bad
Everyday I sit in my garret staring at the floor
But my heart isn't in it anymore

There goes my inspiration
My reason for creation
There goes my inspiration
I felt it fly away when you said goodbye

Me and gaugin used to party down
I was hung in the louvre, I was renoir's pal
Vincent van gogh used to joke with me
Now they don't come 'round
It's all over town that the master's lost his touch
I'm so lost I can hardly hold a brush

And now my palette is a sorry mix of grey and brown
And all the other art lovers stay away
'cause I'm bringing them down

Now I wander the left bank every day
Searching for my muse in sad cafes
Peddle my oils to the galleries
But they turn me down
Everybody says I'm a master of technique
But the style and the sentiment is weak

• Bad Little Actress
• Burn Three Times
• Call It What You Will
• Chapter & Verse
• Cosmic Convoy
• Feet Don't Fail Me Now
• Fix Your Gaze
• Forgotten but Not Gone
• Hammer in My Heart
• I'm Looking at You but I'm Talking to Myself
• If I Have to Be Alone
• Infrared & Ultraviolet
• Libertine
• Life is a Drag
• Lili's Address
• Monument
• Neck on Up
• Pretending
• Princess of The Universe
• Private Heaven
• Say Yeah
• Selfless Love
• The Aging Musician
• The Ascetic
• The Smell of Money
• The Sold Out Artist
• There Goes My Inspiration
• Wasp
• Western Girls