When I'm in my darkest hour
locked up
in this lonesome tower
i pull a canvas
from my inner room
to paint your portrait
sweet perfume
now the artist
by dreams I'm led
a thousand visions
fill my head
i paint this picture
a place to go
and through the brush
i begin to flow
ha ! I'm out and in this scene
no glancing back
from where I've been
long corridors open
to galleries of art
your portrait hangs
these walls of my heart
