Fingerpainted Sky

You could bring your sunset, I could bring my eyes
You could be the canvas while I paint the sky

I could be the sunrise, you could be the bay
I could fill the void for you, first thing every day

Timelines fall from the sky
Rainstorm skipping tracks wax backs you and I
Thunder ripping slow-mo show you and I
Sky rolls over

You could fill my mind, I could fill your cup
You could spill it all on me as I’m waking up

I could spill your darkness, you could spill my past
I could slowly craft the clouds so we make it last