The Colours And The Brush Lyrics

There are bones in your yard, graves left unmarked

Hollowed out intentions, you dreamed up in the dark

Sometimes death whispers, she calls you by name

Reminds you of the voices, you'll never hear again

What a perfect enemy, she can be bloodless and quiet

Mistress of the sirens', music in the night

There are names on your wall, sins left unatoned

Empty confessions, you whispered all alone

Look to the mountain child, and rest there the night

And wrap your soul around a fantasy of light

Let the earth claim all that which is hers

The skeletons of yesterday, the memories of wars

There are songs in your mind, melodies left untied

Billowing dreams, as seen through your eyes

Hear life's clear music, you know that death will wait

Pieces of our history, we learn too late

The dead cry to be buried, and the living to be touched

While love seeks out our voices, the colours and the brush

There are bones in your yard, graves left unmarked

Hollowed out intentions, you dreamed up in the dark

Hear life's clear music, you know that death will wait

Pieces of our history, we learned them much too late

The dead cry to be buried, and the living to be touched

While love seeks out our voices, the colours and the brush