Paroles de The Paintress

On a ladder up to the firmament She's nearing the top Balancing over us below Again she's out of stock Reach the clouds, into the fog An offering they bleed Heavens mining paint For her fantasies She gathers up the mist She's opening our skies Her fate is to draw the missing beat of hearts In a chamber full of stillborn ones She paints them in dismay I force myself to believe They're just slumbering Too horrid for my tenderness Too horrid I can't take A hundred drying ashen faces Using only grey She gathers up the mist She's opening our skies Her fate is to draw the missing beat of hearts She's the paintress She's the paintress She's the paintress She gathers up the mist She's opening our skies She's the paintress Her fate is to draw the missing beat of hearts, oh She gathers up the mist, she's opening our skies Her fate is to draw the missing beat of hearts She gathers up the mist, she's opening our skies Her fate is to draw the missing beat of hearts