There's no paper around us, better draw on my skin Create your fantasy floating within I have a pen but I have lost my vision Show me again, let me feel I'm living Pour me a glass, been drinking my soul The taste is bitter, you're gone and I'm cold You're gone and I'm cold Display all your madness, welcome to a new world Contours are fading, pay attention first Like canvas, I dream of a colourful touch Your ink is spreading, I'm feeling the rush Pour me a glass, been drinking my soul The taste is bitter, you're gone and I'm cold You're gone and I'm cold