Over

The story behind the song

Well, here it is: the first “song of the week” release as part of our new content revolution. It’s called “Over”.

She lifted my arm found the vein running to my heart Instead of cold blood pooling there, she found a new tainted kind of art She let her colors run dark with red, she left her memories in my mind She painted colors to get outside, she found a way to paint with life

Could it be that she was trying to find a way?

And all the while, the night is over And in my mind, the night is over

She gave it all, just like she did for jealousy Like life she bled on the sidewalk, she painted pictures of you and me And taking her time she caused my name to be inscribed on the stars She lost her/myself just about the time, she found a way to lose her art

Could it be that she was trying to find a way?

And all the while, the night is over And in my mind, the night is over

She was there when I walked by that Autumn day On the street where she used to stand and sit, a vacant void just took her place She had stopped to find the light, I know she’s just blowing in And now my eyes are open, filled with sights, and she’s captor of the wind

Could it be that she had finally found her way?

And all the while, the night is over And in my mind, the night is over