Van Gogh paints the moon

EVER LOVING FEVER
MY FAVORS BEAR NO ANSWERS
YOU'VE LIVED IN ABANDONED BUILDINGS
AND FELL ASLEEP IN TAVERNS
THE HOWLING OF A PACK OF WOLVES OUTSIDE
REMIND ME OF THE TIMES
WE MADE OUR WAY ACROSS THE BITTERROOT
AND MAPPED OUR DAY'S IN LINES
SHE FOR HIM
AND HE FOR SHE
AND ALL THE PAIN THAT CAUSED
THE DOCTRINE TO EVALUATE
MISTAKE THE FAULTY FLAWS
MAY WE SIT IN SILENCE IN A LACQUERED COVERED ROOM
OMINOUS AND FILLED WITH VAN GOGH, WHO PAINTS THE MOON
COLOR THE GROUND WE WALK
AND STEP ON A SHADY GREY
CRACK THE PATH WE DARE NOT CROSS
RUSTIC, JUST LIKE MAY
PORCELAIN FIST THAT BREAKS IN DROVES
UPON A SINGLE TOUCH
AND GHOSTS WHO DARE NOT HAUNT A LAND
THAT BARES A SACRED CRUTCH
BURY THE TREASURE AND DIG UP THE BONES
AND LEAVE THE SOUL'S INTACT
SO THEY FEEL THE PAIN THAT WE'RE ALL MEANT TO FEEL
LEAVE EM' ALL HANGIN' EXACT