a scene from a dream of my dream.(X2) I got a dream that's worth more then my reality. And pride that's worth more then a salary. And a text from the
ballerinas with graceful motions Magenta forests on a crimson sea The electric clouds ar as vivid as can be Scarlet moons in a domino sky Take my hand
a thing in sight Didn't hear a sound to the first ?treat? ?Deaf to the ocean swelled?, washed up a miracle A Beautiful yours, a beautiful mine By the
of the artist Who painted this picture of me He saw with the eyes of a master How beautiful my life could be Where once was a portrait of gloom and
fall, nor will my wings ever melt If I could, I would wash all these wounds away I would surround your room with a sinner mans grace I would paint your portrait
his windowed room of light He lay the oil upon the canvas, brought sweet memory to life His speckled beard a brush of color His spotted hands both grace
. dance with me one more time. blistered shells of existence lost. rest hand in hand with infantile corpses. paint this portrait red. black sunset. a
grace And it's not just a sign or a sacrament It's not just a metaphor for love The blood is real and it's not just a symbol of your faith So leave
cut right through me for what is life if love only exists in thy thoughts? what is romance if it is all fiction? nothing but a portrait left empty, a
woman... Such deadly woman... Came out from a dream In a autumnal night... In an autumnal night passion... How deep, how graceful, how fiery, How vibrant
to the sky You've been portrayed a thousand different ways But my heart can see You better than my eyes 'Cause it's love that points the portrait of
flashing by like in dreams Nightmares that will never end Insanity is approaching I can feel the sense of it's entity I have become a child of disgrace
by Al Pacino Well, I hope you're not thinking I'm exactly Mr. Clean, though As a kid, was in sin, and no one knew it but me And my Olan Mills portrait
We need, we need an answer A hope and an end to the searching We need, we need a portrait of grace Just one steady thing in a world that aches In a world
plays Frozen, this bosom aches, piercing lullabies, piercing preys Only cellos, black robes and gowns, dimly dance for air in grief And looming portraits of a
a broken child, just like you. Is this failure what you're grinning at? Don't shut the curtain. Don't block the view of precious portraits sending signals
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered her mask to me The sublimest creature, the Gods, full of fire Would
