Today is the day of the rest of my life
thought the man who stepped into a car
not even so far from his beloved friends
who cannot believe that life ever ends
The corner from which I saw him get in
is now a place of unexplained sin
I don’t know a thing about him or his heart
but somehow I know that life becomes art
when it’s over and out, when you take your last
doubt, and surrender to the inevitable sound of
black when there’s no coming back to the
blossom of season or the place in your mind
that can give you a reason. I guess that's why
I loved you so much, you gave my soul that extra touch,
I know I will never return as a Saint, but I
hope if I die, I'd come back as your paint..