Colores

A rose, a carnation
Are just gifts to pretend
That everything's always been alright
Even though there are secrets in this paper

The sky turns cold and you want to hold
My dear coat one last time
And still we dream that it will come back
Because good things never really end

I’ll give you a bouquet
Of white promises for your room
And in my arms
I’ll always have your colors painted

Torn letters in the fire
It's the cold image of a failed love
The kind that, no matter how hard you try, you can't erase
No matter how many black skies are left to conquer

From the ice to the ground without looking away
The fine certainty of the last time
Gather the bottles, they make you look bad
Because the story still doesn’t have an end

I’ll give you a bouquet
Of white promises for your room
And in my arms
I’ll always have your colors painted

Now that the bouquet
Is wilting, love has faded away
And my arms
Are stripped of color from lack of sun