From the recording Should You Tip a Cow Waitress?
Lyrics
Ariana
B. Gibson
Ariana paints stardust
In a shack across the lake
All the cities are seething
Like the world is gonna break
Morning air smells of linseed
Monet’s ghost has come to play
Shadows dance with the sun stream
Ariana sails away
Beating swords into ploughshares
Inspiration swims in waves
Roses grow in the darkness
Shine a light for the depraved
The maven’s maiden seeks virtue
A respite for the day of grey
Lilting poetry on canvas
Colors run to warm the day