While worrying about the illusion   Reflected in the mirror,   Everything speeds up without notice      They say I'm free to go whenever   The guides for my imcomplete desire   All turn grey.      The swaying flames   are painting my dreams tonight   The tip of your brush   isn't dry yet.      You can see the blue sky if you open your blue umbrella!   This isn't good? The canvas is yours!   A white flag is only raised when someone gives up   But now it is crimson.   Like the beckoning madator.      Under the discoloring florescent light   On the black and white of a chessboard   We met by chance.      There was a time where we had lost our way so we held eachother close   It's been a month since then. Do you remember?      I would've been happy just to watch   The orange sunset next to you   But the mouth is the origin of chaos   Black clothes are only worn   while praying for the deceased   The mark of rouge leaves a deep red on purpose      If you say you can only paint   Dreamless pictures   How many times must   I paint over the canvas?   A white flag is only raised    when you've given up.   I'm a color you don't know.