Painting with Life

This is where it happened

We used to go there all the time

Now there's empty buildings

Decomposing in the evening sun.

While those look like fountains

We can only pass the time,

They're sitting like they're both eating corn.

I've tried to wake you up, but it's nobody home

I have so much to tell you, but no one to hear

I write it on myself with the shine of light

Sometimes I think that I'm just painting with life.

I see my own reflection

In the things that fall apart

Someday, wind

Will shall that go through my heart?

It's the only future we'll ever have!

I've tried to wake you up, but it's nobody home

I have so much to tell you, but no one to hear

I write it on myself with the shine of light

Sometimes I think that I'm just painting with life.