Pictures painted by your hand
Will never look the same again
The colours run, the colours fade
What once was bright
Has now turned to grey
There is a place in which I keep
The parts of you and me
As they were meant to be
As just a memory
Pictures painted by your hand
Will never look the same again
The colours run, the colours fade
What once was bright
Has now turned to grey
There is a place in which I keep
The parts of you and me
As they were meant to be
As just a memory