Soundtrack for my drowning (and a lullaby for my very last sleep)
Tired of truth Dressed in her clothes and my hopes I painted a portrait of you Blue skies were turning to grey I missed a few spots on your face I painted it blue - That's how I feel When I'm distant and you're real
Been in this hell for a year Smiling with sad eyes searching for tears on the floor In between the raindrops I've been a confident of my own fears