Perfection Is The Blank Page Lyrics

Andy Winter Perfection Is The Blank Page

Welcome to my house An essence of thoughts Just like a painting Waiting to be created

Returning to a familiar place Sharp colors shine clear Not like the emptiness inside Beyond day and night

Then I come to realize The more you have The greater the flaws Each stain another imbalance

When the page is empty There is something left When the page is filled You might as well be dead