(R. Kramer)


It's all about the other night

And the words that we both said

And the nevers and the always

Still dances in my head

As the silence grows between us

In this cold and empty bed

A sting replaced a tender touch

With a handprint colored red

And the clockface on this lonely wall

Chimes the hours till I feel

And lift my brush

To paint The Wounds That Heal


As I gaze out the windows

Of this lonely prison cell

With a soul that knows no heaven

And a heart that lives in hell

I'll keep these colors in my mind

Until that fateful day

When the rains have finally finished

And washed these colors all away

And the wind is crying in the night

Never knowing what I feel

As I lift my brush

To paint The Wounds That Heal

As I lift my brush

To paint The Wounds That Heal


Painting with light, on this canvas of night

As the colors run out of my life

Like these tears that I cry

Wont this ink ever dry?

As my brushes just cut like a knife.....


Copyright 2005 - R. Kramer - (ASCAP)

Published by Robert Kramer Music Publishing Company

All rights reserved - Used with permission