Текст песни Whining сhild - серый холст

How often do I dream nightmares, where I am
smashed
drunk
painter,

with a palette in the palms
draw you
While you said you can ...

Behind the glass cast dawn
and the city
Similar to Peter.
and in the smoke room,
Amaretto,
easel,
And you are posing for a sitting.

Pucked brush Rook eyes -
Two small
North
seas,
Acrylic Cold Eyebrow Sails
And lips in the bar of the surf.

so that your appearance is all moved to canvas,
While you wanted myself,
Different hair threads
And each
Line
Body.

You laugh loudly,
And I ask
Sitting you quietly and smoothly.
outside the windows of the morning noise
and in the room Eminem
In the background we.

Trying to have time while you are still here
So that all this was not vso.
Tired fingers trembling.
In the eyes of thumb.
And I draw everything.
Rise.

Rise.

And so I graduated from your cute portrait.
I went to the window for a minute.
Came:
For some reason you have no ...

And the gray canvas is empty for some reason.