Lyric discussion by Conception 

This song always puts me in another place. When I first heard this song I imagined a person, or the concept of a person, incomplete and in the mind. This person is perfection, and the details are filled in by you;("I am gray, still on the page/Just an outline, sketchy but fine"). It's like this person's rough existence is there, but incomplete. She is real, but only in your mind;("I must be real cause somehow I feel/That I'm just the ideal") She is subjective perfection in your mind, and that gives her life and proves that she is real. When she says "I'll always wait, it's never too late...Today or next year, I'll always be here, if you want to color me in" that could be taken as, you can take all the time you need to figure out what perfection is for you. To fill in the picture of perfection with color eventually, and have it someday. It is the living, subconscious dream of perfection that we all have, be it a person, a beautiful place, a meaning, or state of being. We need to set the ideal, and set out to find it.

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