Where burgundy tides end
Is only the beginning of the red seas.
Your crimson tears get lighter
The more that flow,
For the more that flow,
The less you have to waste.
So waste them not on those,
Those who would not bleed an ocean for you.

Your blue skies are becoming grayer.
Your washed out sun is cold and distant.
There is no moon and there are no stars
To comfort you in the night.
I hear your crying from across these ebbing
waters.
I feel your icy body as it falls into my arms
And I only wish that I could take away your pain.

I would spill an ocean for you
If only you'd let me.
I would paint your skies in vibrant oranges
And give your midnight a purple moon.

I can see you fading away
Into nothing because of them.
They chase the color from your cheeks
And the laughter from your memory.
I will cut an ocean from their world of my own
blood
To protect you from their ignorant minds.

So stop crying your own heart into your world
As it falls apart some more today.
Take this paintbrush and what's left of you
And give yourself a view
Of the world you don't wish to leave behind.
That I won't let you leave behind
Because I promise that these red seas will clear
again.