Color is my sanctuary
I take refuge in brilliant hues
And these days are strewn around me
In violet, crimson, greens, and blues
I want to paint your portrait everyday
But you will not hold still
I want to read your fortune, but you say that you're afraid
Your heart might spill, your heart might spill
You're afraid your heart might spill
Break the tendrils of the ordinary
That wrap you in the dark and dim
Wrapped so tightly in your own sad story
Your doors tight shut, your eyes are grim, won't you let me in?
I want to paint your portrait everyday
But you will not hold still
I want to read your fortune but you say that you're afraid
Your heart might spill
Your heart might spill
You're afraid your heart might spill
Color is my sanctuary
I take refuge
I take refuge