I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes

Anybody who's ever lifted a paint brush in anger can sympathize with Mick Jagger today, given the closing of Pearl Paint.

What a bummer.

One theory was that they just couldn't compete with online retailers selling the same stuff.  But Lordy, art supplies are meant to be touched and fondled prior to purchase.  I want to feel the brush in my hand; I want to run my eye along the edge of a canvas stretcher to make sure it's straight; I see a red door and I want to paint it black; and in a perfect world I'd be choosing just the right black from the paint aisle at Pearl.

No more, friends.

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors any more, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby, it just happens every day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door I must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea gord turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors any more, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm,..

I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black

Yeah!

Hmm, hmm, hmm...