Is it too much to pray and too needy to ask?
If music was my road and your voice is my masterpiece

If staying was more valuable than loving?
As long as your presence is felt and no time to demand

If God were to stay in your dreams in the ocean blue moon nights
to whisper the loudest words there is for you to know I am here.

Would you even knock at my door if it was always open for you?
Can you even tell if there is tears in the rain?

Will you start to remember the colors you refused to paint my world?
For you can't love red if you start to feel blue