While worrying about the illusion
Reflected in the mirror,
Everything speeds up without notice
They say I'm free to go whenever
The guides for my imcomplete desire
All turn grey.
The swaying flames
are painting my dreams tonight
The tip of your brush
isn't dry yet.
You can see the blue sky if you open your blue umbrella!
This isn't good? The canvas is yours!
A white flag is only raised when someone gives up
But now it is crimson.
Like the beckoning madator.
Under the discoloring florescent light
On the black and white of a chessboard
We met by chance.
There was a time where we had lost our way so we held eachother close
It's been a month since then. Do you remember?
I would've been happy just to watch
The orange sunset next to you
But the mouth is the origin of chaos
Black clothes are only worn
while praying for the deceased
The mark of rouge leaves a deep red on purpose
If you say you can only paint
Dreamless pictures
How many times must
I paint over the canvas?
A white flag is only raised
when you've given up.
I'm a color you don't know.