Blue-Sky Research / What's Left - TapRoot

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