Brushstrokes Of Reunion Testo

I listened to the sound of your singing
Now the pain had reached
Its final limit

The colour of distance had found its mission
It was not a reminder
It was a vision, a vision

I was never ready to feel your pain
To understand the picture on my wall But then you showed me the colour of your soul
A communication of your love

In brushstrokes of reunion
In brushstrokes of reunion

The garden will never look the same
So beautifully mundane
In comparison

You signed it with your name
Then gave it to me
A fragile inheritance, inheritance

I was never ready to feel your pain
To understand the picture on my wall
But then you showed me the colour of your soul
A communication of your love

In brushstrokes of reunion In brushstrokes of reunion
In brushstrokes of reunion
In brushstrokes of reunion