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?