All I Need Is You

Yours is the canvas that I paint on ‘til the end

Your fate blows in the whispering wind

Life is short, too short, tho it makes a never-ceasing din

Is this the beginning or the end?


All I need

All I need

All I need

Is you


The wind does howl Death, yeah, in a thunderous roar

Torn to tatters, my heart is sore

My brush is broken, and now there is nothing more

The fury of Hell slammed the door


All I need

All I need

All I need

Is you


Yours is the canvas that I paint on ‘til the end

Tell me: what was, what was my sin?