The Painting

On the wall, in my home
There are colors spread around
And by the midnight eve seeing you leave the air

On the wall, in my home
There are colors spread around
And by the midnight eve seeing you leave the air
You are every color and you're every piece of art
Maybe one day you will see all the colors you carried home

On the wall, in my home
There are strokes of any kind
And when the sunrise your soul is gone away

On the wall, in my home
There are strokes of any kind
And when the sunrise your soul is gone away
You are every color and you're every piece of art
Maybe one day you will see all the colors you carry home

On the wall, in my home
There was a painting by you
And you left your mine in the harm of your own dream

On the wall, in my home
There was a painting by you
And you left your mine in the harm of your own dream
You are every color and you're every piece of us
Maybe one day you will see all the colors you carried home