Everything that once was
Could always again be
We'd start from the beginning
Everything new and clean
No paint on the palette
No picture on the canvas yet created
Abit of blue for me and you
Abit of red to see us through
I'm calling...calling now
The spirits rise and falling...
Showing me to the picture i wish to see
But will this picture ever be?
Stand alone
Where was life when it had a meaning
Stand alone
Nothings real anymore and...
I look into the eyes of the person i love
Saving me again
The paint beginning to make the picture
Creating me and you
But now..theres no paint
No Palette..
To see us through..
I need you back...
And this dream will come true
