I know that you're an artist But you're the hardest one to deal with Everything that you conceal Is revealed on your canvas You find all of your ugly meanings In all of the things I find beautiful Do you see the fall is coming Come, I'm falling into you You perceive all of these things I'd never have known Love, will you turn off the lights We're already home You painted me in pastel Colors that don't tell of any boldness That's the way you love to see me So delicate, so weak, so little purpose But your eyes are drawn of charcoal They're black, they're so cold, they're so imperfect Because they see a sleeping world Where waking isn't worth it You perceive all of these things I'd never have known Love, will you turn off the lights We're already home