I Am Here
I Am Here
I am here, scared of the golden hair
I am here, scared of the seablue eyes
I am here, scared of the strawberriered lips
And can I ask you their, Can I Paint
And can I ask you their, Can I Paint YOU
And can I ask you their, Can I Paint YOUR SOUL
And can I ask you their..
Will my love (for you)
DIE
Or become immortal
(IN A PAINTING)