In the watercolor painting you made out to me,
Crashing into a beautiful sunset,
I won't ever let the sun go down on me.

The brushes in your hand are flawed,
But your painting were always divine,
Teach me again, my dear, how to paint a cloudy day.

In the storm you created in yourself,
You gave me a weathered key,
I realized that the rain was gone,
I'm gonna stay alive,
And I think that it's right that I say it now.

The brushes in your hand are flawed,
But your paintings were always divine,
Teach me again, my dear, how to paint a cloudy day.

Ukulele wither by the rays,
Pens litter the ground under my feet,
I'll take this as a sign write another song,
For you.