Not Theirs

Not theirs... Only waiting... Dust finds light Blue finds flame Cold finds warmth I find you Three long winters Held the key Silent walls remember Then the brush remembers Every breath returns Every colour wakes Every shadow opens Slowly into light Not theirs... Becoming mi-i-ine One slow touch One slow breath Not theirs... Becoming mi-i-ine Blue velvet Sacred light Bre-e-eathe... Old wood breathes Old gold glows Dust falls away Light returns Every scar Learns to shine Every colour Breathes again Breath... by breath... Light... by light... Some hands restore the paint... Mine restores memory... Not theirs... Becoming MI-I-I-INE Forgotten things Remember me Blue velvet Sacred light Nothing dies In loving hands Not theirs... Becoming MI-I-I-INE Still breathing... Still glowing... Still alive... Breath... Light... Memory... Mine...