Letras
This is the story
of a man who walked alone.
Someone whose fate
it was to warn us.
Venturing off into a
stark and hostile land,
no one could see
his destiny.
This is a picture of the ocean
that I found,
painted in some
downtown hotel room.
The colors were determined
by the cash he had on hand,
the woman in the frame
still dark and blurry.
She was a fire that warmed
a damp and foggy night,
the bare white light
In their hotel room.
Together they formed
what would become a mighty nation,
a gathering of those with
Good intention.
This is a picture of the ocean
that I found,
Painted in some
downtown hotel room.
The colors were determined
by the cash
he had on hand.
The woman in the frame still
dark and blurry.
A tube of blue
On a crimson hue
White-out for stars
And drinks by the pool
This is a picture of the ocean that I found
painted in some downtown hotel room.
The colors were determined
by the cash he had on hand.
Shes in the water
but there's no hurry.
Today we sing of them
in nursery rhymes and Fables
they hang on walls
and watch us waiting tables
We strive to be them,
to know them and to see them,
they're fast asleep
in the Sea of Dreams.
this is a picture of the ocean that I found
painted in some old forgotten room
The colors have all but faded out
Leaving our future in certain doubt
But there's still an outline
of something coming through
As if shes still standing in the room
This is a painting