Songtext von Exhibit Of The Year

Where were you when I said "You remind me of a portrait in a dream"? So I'll say, "Cry, but your watercolors fade, This ain't science baby, it's called creativity." If I move my hands right (if I move my hands right), If I move my hands right, If I move my hands right would you see yourself disappear? If I move my hands right (if I move my hands right), If I move my hands right. I wash my filthy hands off, As your watercolors stain my fingers red and black. So, take my brushes off your portrait of a face 'Cause I will paint your smile into obscurity. If I move my hands right (if I move my hands right), If I move my hands right, If I move my hands right would you see yourself disappear? If I move my hands right (if I move my hands right), If I move my hands right. Fill lips with black lines, Darken your smile. Layer paint upon paint until the words dry dead. Deep in your mouth, a desert's dry air. Layer pain upon paint like you were never there. Will you see yourself disappear? Will you see yourself disappear (Like you were never there)? Will you see yourself disappear (Like you were never there)?