Along the picture frame I run my hands worn and calloused by,
The years without a giving thought and I mirror all the rest,
And now I stand beneath the willow trees, while they weep inside,
On the edge, of the lake, casting stones to make the waves.
It's all the same, all the back and forth between the hopes and dreams,
An empty chair, the words not said, the navigator on a ship of lead,
And you will dream of sunrise and honest eyes,
But, soon you will realise that everyone feels in black and white.
And all this time you were waiting for, a way to show the world,
All the colours that were bleeding through, and in your mind,
And you were made to give up all yourself,
And you were made to feel this world in colour.
I'm on a ledge, on a wing, on the back of a wave,
And all I ask, is when I crash,
To reap no shame, for all the fear, and all the guilt, and all the cheers,
I did create, I did create in your world.
And all this time you were waiting for, a way to show the world,
All the colours that were bleeding through, and in your mind,
And you were made to give up all yourself,
And you were made to feel this world in colour.