These Paintings Never Dry

Waking up the dream Pushing figures to extremes We are kicking out the symmetries Completing their defeat The light is never low Still the colours lose their glow And it strikes me now how black and white Can touch me to the bone These portraits take control Of the people they behold And you never know who's puzzling you The master or the muse We're constantly naive Still endeavouring to mean something Spocking fivers, doodling fun Running down but tempted to go on These paintings never dry These sounds will never die out They will always be around The essence of a dream Lives forever underneath these Pieces of a broken man Making on the mend If beauty hides in grief It will show when there's relief But it disappears step by step With every tear you shed You never took the time To close your focused eyes But then inspiration compensates When concentration dies This canvas is a trap You don't see what you get But apologies' efficiency Will never beat these bittersweet regrets Do you wanna know what it's like To leave your town, settle down? What if I haven't said the words that apply For a better line What if i never tried Claiming back impressions that are mine? These paintings never dry These sounds will never die out You will always be around