he was the painter

and I was his canvas tainted

as dark as the starless midnight sky

 

he was the painter

who would love to paint away

the sadness I held deep within

as each secret hidden is revealed 

 

he was the painter

who drew stars

to doll up the dull sky

 

he was the painter

who drew constellations this time

and made me this night view

that everyone loves to remember

 

he was the painter

who could only see the darkness

and loves it with the stars he drew

 

he was the painter

i am his canvas

forever bonded by this darkness

and that's the song that these stars listen to