Blue-Sky Research / What's Left

Reliving awful yesterdays
We can’t see the other side
We forget obstructed views can’t see blue skies
No longer blind
Paint a portrait to be seen (of hopes and dreams)
Stain the canvas carelessly
So you plead for attention to add to this dimension contention
The stroke of time just hides the safe (to reign)
The choke of loss despise our taste
And our soul’s honest side
Which leaves us just to be our own disguise
No longer blind
Paint a portrait to be seen (of hopes and dreams)
Stain the canvas carelessly (our enemies)
Take the present as a gift (reversal)
Make the message of what’s left
What’s left
What’s left
What’s left
No longer blind
Paint a portrait to be seen (of hopes and dreams)
Stain the canvas carelessly (our enemies)
Take the present as a gift (reversal)
Make the message of what’s left
What’s left
What’s left
What’s left
What’s left