Imagine a world where you paint by number
You don't have a brush so you use your fingers It comes out alright but it bleeds together
Then out of the blue she arrives and tells me
Found Buried in the lost in found There's a boy who'll make you proud and never let you go
Full of regret my colors show up darker She's having fun with the brush you gave her Jealous and sad as I watch her clash them They all join in and now I can't ignore her
Lost In the painting that she made Now the world is hers to hang in a room I'll never... Find All the things you want to find Paint them slowly and in time you'll see in color
See?