Il testo della Exhibit of the year

Where you when i said,
"you remind me of a portrait in a dream"?
So i'll say, "cry, but your watercolors fade"
This ain't science baby, it's called creativity

If i move my hands right
(if i move my hands right)
If i move my hands right
If i move my hands right will you see yourself disappear?
(if i move my hands right)
If i move my hands right
If i move my hands right

Don't wash my filthy hands off
As your watercolors stain my fingers red and black
So take my brushes off your portrait of a face
Cause i will paint your smile into obscurity

If i move my hands right
(if i move my hands right)
If i move my hands right
If i move my hands right will you see yourself disappear?
(if i move my hands right)
If i move my hands right
If i move my hands right

Fill lips with black lines
Darken your smile
Layer paint upon paint until the words dry dead
Deep in your mouth, a desert's dry air
Layer pain upon paint like you were never there

Will you see yourself disappear?
Will you see yourself disappear?
Will you see yourself disappear?