Watercolour

I stumble through these valleys shaped with forgotten faces drawn in
Glaciers Painting blue prints on canvas with our bare
Hands and making dolls from sunlight to foreign lands

We will sit in the solstice one day

I've made galleries of gorgeous dreams
Where rhapsody, polyphony and I cry vehemently
Hanging pictures of epiphanies seems a
Tragedy Do colours bleed through you normally
Or is this a mildly unusual occurrence?
Has the tide in your veins suddenly resurfaced?
Clouds begin to roll storms draw near to our souls Breeze has
Broken, brace yourself in shadow
Drowned in deluge, the thunder bellows
I've made galleries of gorgeous dreams
Where rhapsody,
Polyphony and i cry vehemently Hanging
Pictures of epiphanies seems a tragedy

Cast Away the colour and live with me in harmony

Now it spreads through our bodies

Through our hones and our beds Through foundations of homes,
Toting the new and embracing the olu Leaving
Their canvas colourless and cold unworthy of what I owe
When we open the winter's end We'll weave needle through the threed
We'll sit in the solstice some day
I've made galleries of gorgeous dreams, where rhapsody,
Polyphony and I Cry vehemently
Hanging pictures of epiphytes seems a tragedy

Cast away the colour end live with me in harmony We'll not
In the solstice some day ve made galleries of gorgeous dreams)

We will sit in the solstice one day