And what if I was to
Cut my wrists and paint
Pictures on the wall
Would you see
Would you see
And what if I was to
Cut my wrists and paint
Pictures on the wall
Of burning with sunset
Over a deep red sea
Would you see
Would you see
And what if I was to
Walk away and never explain
Those things
Would you ever understand
Would you see
Would you see
Would you see a bleeding boy
Standing by the egde of the water
Could you see that deep
See that deep
Could you see that bleeding boy
Standing by the egde of the water
Could you see that deep
See that deep....
