let me into your world of grief
of sorrow, angst, where bad thoughts keep
a world of haze and navy blue
bloodshot eyes, self confidence slew
let me shut your eyes tonight
tell you things will be alright

allow the silver to complement your tan
the silver that fits right in your hand
allow it to paint on an uneven canvas
paint away your blood boiling madness
where paint has dried into textured lines
where you’ve already painted a hundred times

paint a picture of silver and red
careful not to wake the dead
stifle the cry and paint a little harder
the night is quiet but the brush is quieter

let the red into your world of grief
of sorrow, angst, where bad thoughts keep
a world of haze and navy blue
bloodshot eyes, self confidence slewn
let the pain shut your eyes tonight
sleep, for things will be alright