Something’s missing
I feel while staring

Talking brushstrokes of mixed emotions
Unwritten fate in a painting’s notion

Ah, ah, ah…

It might be the night missing some star
It might be the child reaching for the sky

Subtle light where longings can easily hide
It should be taken up before it’s lost in time

It’s strange it is hanging there incomplete

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Everything has something missing
waiting for someone to see it
Some things happen because of no one but you, yourself
Some things happen because of no one but you, yourself

Muses keep quiet sometimes
They can’t be awaited for life

It might be the night missing some star
It might be the child reaching for the sky

It’s strange it is hanging there incomplete

[Chorus]

I make out pieces of this
Maybe something I’ve lived

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Some things are waiting for no one else but you

From this point I can see the painting isn’t such
Because if I move the painting moves just like me… like I do…