Change the mood from joy to sadness
Because sad is the song I sing
On dreams in deep meditations
On seven [bad word] on the shore at dawn

Born to fly
To fly in the depths of art
To plunge in her captious whirls
To sin by knowing thoughts of god

But I have wasted the dawn
And this is not to be forgiven by any heaven
So look and see I'll paint a picture

Filled with so many questions and sorrow that divine
But instead of an angel I'll paint a man
For the paint set so carefully
Would wash away its shapes