When the Paint Dries (Radio Edit)

Whisper your song

Two truths and a lie

You're a sight for the soarest eyes

One must consider this a work of art and a collection

as an artist, I‘ll start.

In the company of clouds

As our star shares light

Bitter the cold, master your high

One must consider what’s been done

Or stand to lose a mother to her Sun

Waltzing in the blues ever deep

The brush sinks as you drift back to sleep

Do you consider this a work of art? If it's a collection

You, the artist must start