blessed with an eye to see things as they are, will you draw me?
up there on the wall, looking down to us all, you never saw me...
ı found a pen, and ı outlined a life.
you've never cried, ı think ı saw a tear in your eye.
your eyes tell the tale, ı will not ask again.
now ı see what you've lost nothing is quite the same.
by the love of my heart, cut my drawing in half, for ı think ı'm like you... should you draw me...
waiting for my evenfall.
farewell, my passion, you slowly turn pale.
ı will long for you warmth, made me feel safe.
ı will not draw again, 'till ı know it's my time.
ı have lived a long life, should ı draw me...
