The Artist

I know that you’re an artist,
but you’re the hardest one to deal with.
Everything that you conceal
is revealed on your canvas.

You find all of your ugly meanings
in the things I find beautiful.
Do you see the fall is coming?
Come, I’m falling into you.

You perceive all of these things
I’d never have known.
Love, will you turn out the lights?
'Cause we’re already home.

You painted me in pastels,
colors that don’t tell of any boldness.
'Cause that’s the way you’d love to see me:
so delicate, so weak, so little purpose.

But your eyes are drawn of charcoal
they’re black, they’re so cold, they’re so imperfect.
Because they see a sleeping world,
where waking isn’t worth it.

-The Hush Sound-

I'm not much of a musician. I can't read music properly, play any musical instruments, nor do I have excellent vocal talents. So I guess it makes sense that I pay more attention to the lyrics of a song rather than its overall musical ensemble that make up the song. The Hush Sound knows how to incorporate poetry in their music and beautiful lyrics just get to me. This song in particular is my favorite.