If I could paint your picture,
I'd paint you as the sea,
I'd let your arms become the tide,

if I could fall into you,
i'd let you swallow me,
so AI could see from inside,

it's a cruel melody,
that you see when i'm awake,
trying to find where the sun shines in a land thats turning grey,

and it's a cruel memory to look back on where we where,
cause my past is a poison and i'll never find the cure