Old friends recollect
Exact tales long ago
A barrage of memories flood the mind
So keep them close
Tattered sails never fail to reveal
That he’s grounded and grieved
Summertime, so sublime walking the open fields
Another burden created for a man made of canvas
Watch the colors run
Another burden created for a man made of canvas
Watch the colors run
Collapsed, burnt-out
Built-up with embrace
Pushing his limits, never turning down a face
Another burden created for a man made of canvas
Watch the colors run
Another burden created for a man made of canvas
Watch the colors run
Reliving memories
Call it empty
Call it lasting
Cold coffee warmed again
It’s another day for the living
Collector-driven to many perfections
But life’s too short
Stretch your hands
Splash your face because
Life is for the living