And what if I was to

Cut my wrists and paint

Pictures on the wall

Would you see

Would you see



And what if I was to

Cut my wrists and paint

Pictures on the wall

Of burning with sunset

Over a deep red sea

Would you see

Would you see



And what if I was to

Walk away and never explain

Those things

Would you ever understand

Would you see

Would you see



Would you see a bleeding boy

Standing by the egde of the water

Could you see that deep

See that deep



Could you see that bleeding boy

Standing by the egde of the water

Could you see that deep

See that deep....