I've got a box, a box of nice crayons.
Pick a colour and it's yours
We'll dedicate our lives to the colour
We'll play our music to it's chords
I'm not losing
I don't care
I paint you a bed, paint it with greens and whites and
Peaceful maybe for just one night. Oh and in your eyes
There's lights from all those panoramic vista views.
After all that, we'll be forgotten