Along the picture frame [bad word] my hands
Worn and calloused by
The years without giving a thought
And I mirror all the rest
Now I stand beneath the willow trees
While they weep inside
On the edge of the lake
Casting stones to make the waves

It's all the same
All the back and forth
Between the hopes and dreams
An empty chair, the word not said
The navigator on a ship of lead
And you will dream of sunrise
And honest eyes but soon you will realize
That everyone feels in black and white

And all this time you were waiting for
way to show the world
All the colors that were bleeding through
And in your mind
And you were made to give up all yourself
And you were made to feel this world in color

I'm on a ledge on a wing
On the back of a wave
And all I ask is when I crash
To reap no shame
For all the fear
And all the guilt
And all the cheers
I did create
I did create in your world