The Paintor
Ronan Mézière, Antoine Brun, Grabuge Records
You’re telling something
That you feel
Turned into faces
Turned into forms
A scream made of colors
Made of tears
Leaking and drawing on the canvas
To take a global view on your wounds
And what gets you down
It must be turned into something beautiful
Ah you’re screaming out
Ah you’re tearing out your heart
You’re singing something
That you feel
Turned into waves and turned into notes
A song made of sweat
Made of fear
Spreading and shivering in the audience
Telling your sorrows and throwing them away
Have been draining your pain down
And created something
It was the only thing you ever wanted
And you never expected
She could ever let you down
It was your most beautiful painting
You’re highest dream
But now she burned it down