Lyrics
for what i say, it's really painted grey
and the colors, they're just a memory
we made it seem, we were so happy
and everything we would do, we would say
it was a masterpiece...
oooh (x4)
there we stand, two young painters
our promise to create a canvas together
a shaky start, turned into golden art
then galleries of fame, maybe we're perfect…
oooh (x4)
so say you'll stay with me, whatever comes to be
and even if it's grey, our love will never fade
an offer from the heart, but we're painting in the dark
this cold and empty place, i just can't live this way…
oooh (x4)
a canvas sleeps, dreaming for centuries
a painter's tired hands, becoming alive again