Canvas

Dancing across canvas naked.
Colors of green and blue bleeding through, bleeding through you.
Weathered comes the dawn.
Awaken to a new morning.
And i think you're too beautiful for your own good.
So what if we're stuck here singing the sweet melody of what turned so cold.
Weathered comes the dawn.
Awaken to a new morning.
And i think you're too beautiful for your own good. Watching stars fall like kamikaze planes.