So many things can be said in a few wistful sighs
I can read your thoughts by looking in your eyes
Too many times my whispers have not been heard
Too many days have passed without saying a word
So many things have been said between truth and lies

So many times I've tried to reach and touch your heart
I can still see the tears where it's been ripped all apart
Too many years you've simply just ignored your scars
Too many dreams of yours have yet to reach my stars
So many times I've tried to show you, you're a work of art

So many dreams can be shared between lovers and friends
I can never imagine a moment where the dreaming ends
Too many lyrics in way too many beautiful songs
Too many notes and tunes to discover in which I belong
So many dreams, time to find in which my heart mends

Take a soft tipped brush
Dip, and trace my nakedness;
Viscous dripping rainbow streams
Clothe me here within our dreams.
Swirl my curves
With satin pink,
Let your brush flutter and sink
lower, purples, red and blue,
I'm a canvas here for you.
Paint me scarlet, paint me gold,
Paint some words
italic, bold
Stop when you begin to weep
A masterpiece, for us to keep.

The sun has now finally hidden behind the clouds.
It will never come back again and shine.
And with that, the winter has arrived.
The winds will start to become cold,
and the bright colors that were once
bursting into flame will now turn into gray.