The Paintor

You’re telling something That you feel Turned into faces Turned into forms A scream made of colors Made of tears Leaking and drawing on the canvas To take a global view on your wounds And what gets you down It must be turned into something beautiful Ah you’re screaming out Ah you’re tearing out your heart You’re singing something That you feel Turned into waves and turned into notes A song made of sweat Made of fear Spreading and shivering in the audience Telling your sorrows and throwing them away Have been draining your pain down And created something It was the only thing you ever wanted And you never expected She could ever let you down It was your most beautiful painting You’re highest dream But now she burned it down