Where you when I said,

"You remind me of a portrait in a dream"?

So I'll say, "Cry, but your watercolors fade"

This ain't science baby, it's called creativity



If I move my hands right

(If I move my hands right)

If I move my hands right

If I move my hands right will you see yourself disappear?

(If I move my hands right)

If I move my hands right

If I move my hands right



Don't wash my filthy hands off

As your watercolors stain my fingers red and black

So take my brushes off your portrait of a face

Cause I will paint your smile into obscurity



If I move my hands right

(If I move my hands right)

If I move my hands right

If I move my hands right will you see yourself disappear?

(If I move my hands right)

If I move my hands right

If I move my hands right



Fill lips with black lines

Darken your smile

Layer paint upon paint until the words dry dead

Deep in your mouth, a desert's dry air

Layer pain upon paint like you were never there



Will you see yourself disappear?

Will you see yourself disappear?

Will you see yourself disappear?