Текст песни
In the park where leaves are falling
An artist stands, so cold, so small
He paints the white where dreams are calling
But all his canvases recall
Your shadow in the fading light
My Paris won’t buy this bittersweet sight
I try to hide you from my brush
But every stroke is just a hush
All my flowers weep your name
My storm still whispers your flame
And the sea, where my tears are cast
Holds me close, but lets me go at last
In my silent museum, lost for you
The trees are bare, the wind is moaning
Time unravels, thread by thread
He’s free to paint, yet still atoning
Trapped in lines he can’t unsay
We drew our worlds upon the glass
Two reflections, meant to pass
Now the mirror shows no face at all
Just the echo of a fall
All my flowers weep your name
My storm still whispers your flame
And the sea, where my tears are cast
Holds me close, but lets me go at last
In my silent museum, lost for you
In my museum… lost for you
Lost for you
