The sky was gray and of a hue
Of the dust at the bottom of a black bowl that's been forgotten at the climax of time
The roads seem to stretch out expansively
Like a never ending sea of grey
Then you took my hand and led me through
With a lantern in one hand and my hand in yours
We walked through that desolate road together
And that's why i love you
You seemed to make sense
Of everything that seems to be black
When light shades of dark were childhood
And even darker black your future
So allow me to take the paintbrush
Made from that desolate trip
And paint your portrait
On more than just a black tip
You helped me through this path
And so i will help you Take this path
With your hands in my hands
And our past in the other
So let's walk along this path together
With more than just a brush
And paint the road together
With more than just black
So let us sail
On the bottom of a bowl
And paint the grey sea with blue
Then we'll have nothing more to look at
Other than the colorful hue of us
