End Of Julia Canvas
dancing across canvas naked. colors of green and blue
bleeding through, bleeding through you. weathered comes
the dawn. awaken to a new morning. and i think you're too
beautiful for your own good. so what if we're stuck here
singing the sweet melody of what turned so cold.
weathered comes the dawn. awaken to a new morning. and i
think you're too beautiful for your own good. watching
stars fall like kamikaze planes.
