Lyrics

(Verse 1)
The night is a fire that quietly glows,
With dancing lights no one really knows.
Yellow like wheat in a whispering breeze,
Blue like the sorrow that won’t find peace.
(Chorus)
Oh, I paint my dreams with a trembling hand,
On canvas made of longing and shifting sand.
The stars inside my head, they softly say,
Of love, of madness, of skies gone grey.
(Verse 2)
The sun cries gold through fields so bright,
But shadows within block out the light.
I see the flowers in red and gold,
But my eyes are caught in storms untold.
(Chorus)
Oh, I paint my dreams with a trembling hand,
On canvas made of longing and shifting sand.
The stars inside my head, they softly say,
Of love, of madness, of skies gone grey.
(Bridge)
And when I’m gone, I’ll leave a sign,
A song in colors, crooked, divine.
Perhaps one heart will understand—
A cry in blue, from my own hand.
(Final Chorus – softer)
Oh, I paint my dreams with a trembling hand,
On canvas made of longing and shifting sand.
The stars inside my head, they softly say,
Of love, of madness, of skies gone grey.