lance saint ash - brightest colours

brightest colours

I saw the stain on your summer dress

Don’t you worry ‘cause I know you did your best

The Fruits of Life are hard to paint

‘cause colours bleed and fingers stain

Detail’s in the shadows – blinding yellow’s what you use

A desperate, splashing, smothering, trashing, covering cheerful hue

Our ache inside revolves around the yellows we abuse

Hiding from the life we find in something borrowed, something blue

We’re all restless as a still life

We look perfect in our place

One brushstroke shows a movement

And it all just falls away

We film our dreams

And worship these images of life

All praise the silver screen

The canvas that we live on has been cut to fit our frame

We’re all just different colours, different shades of joy and pain

You have to trust the Artist – that the chaos is restrained

The balance of perfection – and the seconds that we stain…

So I will shine, purest white, a pulsing red

That fades to orange to set a sun on skin we’ve shed

A suntan brown will show our scars are marks of wisdom found

And I will glow for you – in my brightest colours