It's all colored lines Point A seldom trot to Point B A mind grounded in grey haze Matching hearts held in loving daze Let it paint where we all stroke Show the color of us As strong as oak
Rainbow black and grey Chaplin days of telling tales Hands held high in blank states Grips tightened on shallow slates Suffer slim paint of a tree Be the master of the canvas And the picture is incomplete without thee You, me, we
What's defined, heart-to-heart as key A solemn "her" without a desperate "me" The fruitless beg to start over The "me" that can't live without "her" Two combined, defined by God as One Defy the language, I'm not done
Rainbow as vibrant as night Modern day do flaunt said show Hands do clap for deafened crow My love for her unbeknownst, who know Grow birch from ground to sky Left me simply asking why On top of lumber she live life Yet on dirt I define by knife
Answers are not want we want But another chance Start over With me Flamboyant cadence "Me" and "Her" left to a simple, single dance