NOW THIS DREAM'S JUST A CLOUDY MEMORY

RAIN HITS MY FACE FOR THE FIRST TIME

THE CANVAS LOOKS SO EMPTY WITHOUT THE PAINTING

YOU'RE PORTRAIT WOULD BE SO BEAUTIFUL HUNG IN EMPTY HALLS

NOW THIS DREAM'S A FADED MEMORY

RAIN HITS MY FACE FOR THE FIRST TIME

THE FRAME LOOKS SO EMPTY WITHOUT THE CANVAS

YOU MAKE EVERYTHING SO MUCH BETTER

YOU'RE SUCH A WORK OF ART

AND NOW THIS DREAM'S JUST A CLOUDY MEMORY

RAIN HITS MY FACE FOR THE FIRST TIME

I CAN LIVE AGAIN

THE WALLS LOOK SO EMPTY WITHOUT THE FRAMES

I WANTED TO BE YOU, BUT INSTEAD I DESTROYED MYSELF

I DESTROYED MYSELF