Your paint dries, the canvas smiles,

with two eyes you lift yourself up.

Stroke your skin, there are teeth marks to be sure.

Maybe we're best close to the ground.

Maybe angels drag us down.

I wonder which part of this will leave the scar.



Dip your hands in colours

while the young night flutters in on you and

finger paint me pictures of all you see.

No matter what they say, you'll always be

faithfully dangerous, lost and lovely,

so beautiful to me.

I'm not too blind to see.



Red is blood. Black is sky.

White's the dove that longs to fly.

You set it free and it beats its wings in me.

It leaves us at a loss for words.

Is that me now in your arms?

We cradle together and fall down on our knees.



Let the whole world drift downstream.

We'll always be different.

Swim the silent slipstream inside of me.

No matter what they say, you'll always be

faithfully dangerous, lost and lovely,

so beautiful to me.

I'm not too blind to see.



Red is blood. Black is sky.

White's the dove that longs to fly.

You set it free and it beats its wings in me.

It leaves us at a loss for words.

Is that me now in your arms?

We cradle together and fall down on our knees.



The heart that beats is yours inside me.

Red is love. Black is night.

I'm drunk with angels taking flight.

The heart that beats is yours inside me.

The heart that beats is yours inside me.

The heart that beats is yours.