You wake into the sound of brushing
Fill up your canvas with shades of green
You don't know what it'll become, you can only dream
Somehow a voice says this is your masterpiece
But you're just chasing dreams
You look upon a sheet of nothing
Just ugly strokes of grey, black and green
You don't know what it'll become, again you just dream
But still there's this voice that says, stick to the piece
But you're just chasing dreams
You only see in black and white
Until your death you're stuck up close
With ugly strokes and lines
That make a beautiful life
And then when it is time to die
You finally see the piece from far
And now you're paralyzed
All of that pain made beauty
Life is like a painting
That while we live, we only see up close
But when we die we finally see more than the ugly shades of green
That make up our beautiful lives