Cold ink on a white stone wall
The numbers start to fall
They walk a road of gray
To keep the end away
Slight touch of a shaking hand
Walking through a salted land
The clock ticks in a heavy beat
Dusty boots on a hollow street
Paint the number on the door
We can't take the loss no more
Hold the light within the frame
Call the missing by their name
A brush dipped in midnight blue
The vision coming through
The colors bleed into the gold
A story left untold
Slight touch of a shaking hand
Walking through a salted land
The clock ticks in a heavy beat
Dusty boots on a hollow street
Paint the number on the door
We can't take the loss no more
Hold the light within the frame
Call the missing by their name
Steel blades cut the heavy air
A sudden frozen stare
The canvas rips along the seam
Waking from a heavy dream
Tear the page and burn the map
Falling through a sudden gap
Two strangers in a quiet room
Flowers starting now to bloom
Paint the number on the door
We can't take the loss no more
Hold the light within the frame
Call the missing by their name
Silver bells ring in the wind
Where the broken lines begin
Sooty palms and copper rings
Listen as the metal sings
Paint the number on the door
We can't take the loss no more
Hold the light within the frame
Call the missing by their name
One last line to draw
Before the ink is gone
