Painted Dream

Yeah, uh;

I'm leaning back against the brick while the moon takes its seat;

Watching headlights paint the patterns on the damp concrete;

Got a pocket full of dreams and a mind full of noise;

Looking for the balance in the beauty and the poise;

Every breath is like a lyric that the wind wants to write;

We're just travelers passing through the middle of the white;

Yeah, the silence is a speaker and it's pumping out the truth;

Keeping all the promises we traded in our youth;

Under the glow, the night is singing low;

Chasing the sparks;

Where quiet rivers flow;

If this moment fades;

I′ll hold it in my soul;

A painted dream;

That makes me feel home;

Under the glow;

The night is singing low;

Chasing the sparks;

Where quiet rivers flow;

If this moment fades;

I'll hold it in my soul;

A painted dream that makes me feel whole;

Yeah, now the clock is ticking backwards and the stars start to tilt;

Found a sanctuary here in the temple that we built;

No more chasing after ghosts in the hallways of the past;

Found a frequency that's steady, found a feeling that can last;

It's the way the light hits, it's the way death feels;

Summer's still but you're turning in the spinning of the wheels;

Write it down in permanent, don't let the ink dry;

We're the only ones awake underneath the white sky;

Under the floor;

The night is singing low;

Chasing the sparks;

When quiet rivers flow;

If this moment fades;

I′ll hold it in my soul;

A painted dream;

That makes me feel whole;

Under the floor;

The night is singing low;

Chasing the sparks;

When quiet rivers flow;

If this moment fades;

I'll hold it in my soul;

A painted dream;

That makes me feel whole;

Maybe time is just a canvas;

And we're choosing every hue;

Yesterday is grey but;

Now the violet is new;

Hold it tight before the morning;

Comes to wash it all away;

Everything we never had;

The courage just to say;

Under the glow;

The night is singing low;

Chasing the sparks;

With quiet river snow;

If this moment fades;

I'll hold it in my soul;

A painted dream;

That makes me feel whole;

Under the glow;

The night is singing low;

Chasing the sparks with quiet rivers flow;

If this moment fades,

I'll hold it in my soul;

A painted dream that makes me feel whole, yeah;

Under the glow;

The night is singing low;

Chasin' the sparks with quiet rivers flow;

If this moment fades,

I'll hold it in my soul;

A painted dream that makes me feel whole, yeah;