Painted scrolls in my hand
Painting brushes in my palm
Coloured hands and coloured faces?
Never filled my empty spaces

Took the blue from the sky?
Took the hazel from her eyes
Lover’s dreams colour my mind?
Fading treasures I can’t find

It’s all fading away
Different strokes of blackened ash

I know when you’re not here
‘Cause life turns old and grey
I know when you’re not here
I’m left empty with nothing to say