Just like we did when we were kids.
I don't know where to draw the lines.
I wouldn't do it if I did.
I'll paint the trees a shade of green.
I'll fill the ocean in with blue.
Use every color that I have.
Still couldn't paint someone like you.
Cuz the hardest part is a person and a heart.
That's the only thing I could never draw.
Cuz I don't know when, so it starts where it ends.
And I can't draw lines that could hold them in.
The finest line that I could draw,
The one that almost makes it real.
The one that almost looks like your face.
Still couldn't show just how you feel.
What colour is heartache?
What colour is grief?
What colour is laughter?
What colour are dreams?
Until you draw lonely, where do you start?
Until you draw everything we are...
