- Paint -

Paint the places you want to go
And I’ll picture you there
From fairways to side streets
We’ll be tourists of our dreams
Guided by the rivers and streams
That the colors of your heart create
But please,
Take your time with this canvas
This is what you were born to paint

Take the murmurs of your heart
And place them in your hands
Have faith that as the lines fall
They will find pleasant places
Unlocking the world you’ve waited for
A back alley, a hidden door
As you take me to a place unseen
I never knew all of this was hidden in your dreams

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