Painted Picture

Painted picture bright and tender
Right before my eyes
Thinking of a color just to fade from here
Makes me feel like flying through the echoes
Beauty and the beast are growing tired
It seems that way all the time
Painted picture seems to feature
Tears and pretty smiles
Years of aggravation seems to fade again
Yearning for a stream with sparkling ripples
Ripples fading peacefully to sleep
It’s time to play holding hands
I’ve been a dreamer all my life
And what I see is real
The beauty of the dream I can see
Is gonna be shattered
If we take it all and throw it all away