painting the sky
with the paintbrush of times
when it was faith that held us together

reaching out
lost in a crowd
but your face i see so clearly

your image is all
i ever wanted to be
but now youre changing quickly

ill still paint the sky
with the color of your eyes
because i never stop believing

and you may have changed
and i may remain
but ill still be your fan til i die

youll call me crazy
but the hurt that i see
does more then remind me
that youre just too proud to turn around

so ill chase you threw the crowd
til the day that youre found
and we paint the sky together forever
in heaven

but until then ill keep
painting the sky
in my hurt, i still wont cry
when it was faith that held us together