You know you could use those to paint

The more you're confused with a saint

The quarter you lose to the floor

Borders more

Do not disappear from before

That motive is clearly décor

A votive for an opposite way

Replay

The life I leave is mine to be

If I would find a future free

Without it I'm a member of a memory

The final feeling I believe

Would bind a ceiling on a tree

Without it I'm a member of a memory