i want to be there when my star falls i want to feel your wave break on my shore don't back down because i want you around as you are, with scars

am i the only one in your web? this open cage that you are spinning in the flow and the ebb of mother moon and her twisted grin don't back down 'cause i want you around as you are, with scars it's better to bleed than explode you share your highs, so share your lows

all of this time painting with the wrong colours now between you and i they're blending into one another with your pocketful of pastels and my bucketful of paints we'll go about drawing out the sinners and the saints that populate your moonlit landscape the many characters of your self portrait the young and old people in silver and gold the warm and cold words in italics and bold i want to peel back your layers