Il testo della Ink in rain

Could be a painting,
Half done,
Under shadows,
Dark and fading,
Waiting to be filled in,
By the painters brush.

Could be a dream,
Remembering and speaking,
Your sleeping name,
Black, blue and white,
Running away,

In the dark of the night. (x2)

Its just your face,
In another place,
Where we met to leave again,
Nothing remains
Save ink in rain.

Theres no color in the sea,
No color in the sky,
Whos ever seen the color of pain?
Nothing remains,
Save ink in rain.