it was a sunday morning

i was way too young for this day

the phone rang, and her fates changed

and thats when all the pain came

i sat there trying to comprehend

i'll never see my dad again

he never saw me singing

he never saw me spell my name



and the images won't fade

your voice, my joy, your pain

its painted on my brain

no matter what i do or say



another sunday morning

the biggest day of my life

she said "there's something inside me

nine months and you will meet him"

in the delivery room i'm a patient boy

i wait, i wait, i wait

for the new life we created

if he's watching above would he be proud?



it's painted on my brain

your voice, my joy, your pain

its painted on my brain

no matter what i do or say

these images won't fade



PAINTED ON MY BRAIN



these images won't fade

your voice, my joy, your pain

its painted on my brain

no matter what i do or say

these images won't fade

your voice, my joy, your pain

its painted on my brain

no matter what i do or say

these images won't fade