The painter paints away the day As he paints his life away Will he rise in judgement's eyes or fall
What a humble life he lives He never sees the price they give Another part of his soul upon a wall
Like a lonely soldier faces Foreign shores of empty spaces Such is he who strokes to free his soul Isolation steeped in sadness Mellowed by the fears of madness There he stands as he commands control
Deeper than the eye can see Another man's philosophy While he lives the price they give is small
Like a lonely soldier faces Foreign shores of empty spaces Such is he who strokes to free his soul Isolation steeped in sadness Mellowed by the fears of madness There he stands as he commands control
When he dies and on that day The sky's as high the price they pay While he lives the price they give is small
While he lives the price they give is small.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
