The Planet - Head North

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?»

I broke down and said, «I'll be shackled, you’ll be free»

You’re free

I was put to work, told to pick her world apart

Turn her colors to arithmetic

And code the paintings 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»

Be free