Your voice is the paint forming my memories,
I can't look upon you, but you're there,
Even when I close my eyes,
I see you.

The paint is still wet,
Far from being dry,
The psychedelic colors mixed with the tears I cry.
The sound of your voice,
The look in your eyes,
Painted on my memories.

A young sapling reaching toward the sky,
Bending, twisting, standing tall.
All I am, all I was,
Waking up from a Dream today.

The paint is still wet,
Far from being dry,
The psychedelic colors mixed with the tears I cry.
The sound of your voice,
The look in your eyes,
Painted on my memories.

Soul Light, Heart Light shine within,
Fight back the cursed dark,
Ignite the spark,
Of your own Salvation, your own Freedom.

The paint is still wet,
Far from being dry,
The psychedelic colors mixed with the tears I cry.
The sound of your voice,
The look in your eyes,
Painted on my memories.

Woke up from the nightmare,
Saw the portrait of you,
The paint still wet from the memories,
The memories of You.

The paint is still wet,
Far from being dry,
The psychedelic colors mixed with the tears I cry.
The sound of your voice,
The look in your eyes,
Painted on my memories.

Don't care about me, only of you.
Here to show you the Light,
To release the Spirit,
You seek.

The paint is still wet (still wet),
Far from being dry (dry),
The psychedelic colors mixed with the tears I cry (with the tears I cry).
The sound of your voice,
The look in your eyes,
Painted on my memories (my memories . . .my memories . . . Painted on my
memories).