The Painter के बोल

Forgiveness is my hobby I do it all the time Helpless, I'm a painter With the colors in my eyes Blinded I am swallowed In the world of distant cries Helpless I'm a painter Where the colors have all died Blame me for your lies Did I tell you, you were wrong My bruises tell our story But you don't know where they are Water, sour gardens My dreams are shattered now And somewhere there's a painter With the canvas facing down