Canvas

Dancing across canvas naked. 
Colors of green and blue bleeding through, bleeding through you. 
Weathered comes the dawn. 
Awaken to a new morning. 
And i think you're too beautiful for your own good. 
So what if we're stuck here singing the sweet melody of what turned so cold. 
Weathered comes the dawn. 
Awaken to a new morning. 
And i think you're too beautiful for your own good. Watching stars fall like kamikaze planes.