Marty Willson - I Can't Hate You

Colourful and black and white
You draw me in your frame
And as we blend into the light
I'm trapped inside your fame
I can't expect to share your shades
Or pick and choose my clothes
Everything is bold and red
With halos of gold


I can't hate you
And I can't love your scene


Regal on your paper throne
Your crown on upside down
I feel the stroke of your pencil blade
As it slips into my gown