He crunches down to paint the scene of life
Burning inside it cuts like a knife
Deep within the crevices of his mind
He sees the light we cannot find

Beauty within the eyes of this man
With visions of warm feet in the sand
They come as they will, they come without asking
How can he contain the feeling he's masking

It comes in shades of red, brown and yellow;
And sings the tune of a wedding march, in Cello

He does not understand the connection he's made
All the rejection beginning to fade;
Away from us all they dance under ground
Buried in echoes of love he's found

He sits and paints the scenes of there lives
He fails to wonder, How deep are the lies

Into the void of a life once past
Patience my love, don't go so fast

He crunches down to paint the scene of life
With fluid lines, brushes empty the doubt