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