In Places, Empty Spaces

I’ve got a box, a box of nice crayons.
Pick a colour and it’s yours
We’ll dedicate our lives to the colour
We’ll play our music to its chords (?)

I’m not losing
I don’t care

I paint you a bed, paint it with greens and whites and you’ll sleep
Peaceful maybe for just one night. Oh and in your eyes there’s lights from all those panoramic vista views.
After all that, we’ll be forgotten