Lyrics:

I listened to the sound of your singing
Now the pain had reached its final limit
The colour of distance had found its mission
It was not a reminder, it was a vision
A vision
I was never ready to feel your pain
To understand the picture on my wall
But then you showed me the colour of your soul
A communication of your love
In brushstrokes of reunion
In brushstrokes of reunion
The garden will never look the same
So beautifully mundane in comparison
You signed it with your name
Then gave it to me, a fragile inheritance
Inheritance
I was never ready to feel your pain
To understand the picture on my wall
But then you showed me the colour of your soul
A communication of your love
In brushstrokes of reunion
In brushstrokes of reunion

In brushstrokes of reunion
In brushstrokes of reunion