With tempting dept

I wanna paint it -

I know exactly how and why.

It didn't look the way I meant it.

Skies were grey and seas were dry.

It was another, different, wiev.

Not one I wanna give to you.

I wanna paint and make you drown,

without an up and without down.

Without beginning, without end,

where all there is constantly blend.

And all are one, and one are all,

and it will rise, and it will fall.

With no such things as wrong or right

and if I'm lucky then you might

give me a glimpse, give me a sight;

I wanna know the way you  love,

 what's in your heart, but -

anyhow -

it was back then and now is now

and I'm so far away from how.

The seas are dry the skies are grey,

it didn't use to be this way.

Now is another different wiev,

not one I wanna give to you.