Gris

I have an open hope without a button
And a puppet inside a drawer
I have an encounter, a dream, and a farewell

I have a blank notebook and a blot
And a major melody in a minor key
I have a summer waiting for you every day

Who has a heart
To paint with love
That mine only has
One color

And it's gray, because of you
Worn out by so much love
And I, I'm here
Standing in this wait, maybe I lost count

And it's gray, because of you
In gray, I draw my illusion in one stroke
And I, I'm here
Painting a picture of you in gray

I have a radiant sun that doesn't give warmth
Sheets stuck together and an alarm clock
I have your shadow wandering in my hallway

Who has a heart
To paint with love
That mine only has
One color

And it's gray, because of you
Worn out by so much love
And I, I'm here
Standing in this wait, maybe I lost count

And it's gray, because of you
In gray, I draw my illusion in one stroke
And I, I'm here
Painting a picture of you in gray

I have an open cardboard surprise
A new doubt inside the trunk
I have a story, a dog named Balu
I have a half-empty beer without alcohol
A fantasy that this time will not come true
I have a winter that calms me and chills me

Who has a heart
To paint with love
That mine only has
This color

I have a radiant sun that doesn't give warmth
Sheets stuck together, an alarm clock
I have your shadow wandering in the hallway
Gray