There's no paper around us, better draw on my skin
Create your fantasy floating within
I have a pen but I have lost my vision
Show me again, let me feel I'm living
Pour me a glass, been drinking my soul
The taste is bitter, you're gone and I'm cold
You're gone and I'm cold
Display all your madness, welcome to a new world
Contours are fading, pay attention first
Like canvas, I dream of a colourful touch
Your ink is spreading, I'm feeling the rush
Pour me a glass, been drinking my soul
The taste is bitter, you're gone and I'm cold
You're gone and I'm cold