I can see almost everything from this throne, but which one’s the maiden and which one’s the crone. I looked in the mirror and didn’t turn to stone, but show me a master who wasn’t alone. Show me a master who wasn’t alone. Paint on your hands. Oh, do as it demands. I have felt almost everything a thing can feel, but I never fi gured out which ones were real. I took what I could borrow never had to steal, but show me a guru who’s not making a deal. Show me a holy man not trying to make me a deal. Paint on your hands. Oh, do as it demands. If I could gather every mind that blows mine in one perfect place, that’s what I would do, but I’d be a fool to use the word settling if I am settling for you.