Paint Your Picture 歌词

Pictures on my wall, Fifteen different colours, Starting with vermillion- The first flower of the summer, And don't think I'll be finished Till I've begun to understand this, With you stretched out in the sunlight, As your laughter fills my canvas The sun falls in my fingers, On your back against the blinds, It's tracing out your hollows It is filling in your lines, There your curl finds your spiral As you silhouette the window, When my brush forgives itself Spills lines upon your pillow, Finds you standing in the middle Of the lines you've laid down before Try to trace my picture into yours Let me paint you in the corner, As your shoulders trap the light See the sunset feeling golden On the wineskins of the night I have seen your eyes in paintings As Cathedrals cried Hosanna Let me paint your face in frescos Hang your hair like Angelabra See you standing in the middle Of lines you laid down before, Try to paint my picture into yours In the morning let me find you As I call to you by name, Your body warm beside me Not imprisoned in a frame I could never find the colours Or the light that finely paints you With those roses in your hair Smell of wine, immortal perfume As you're standing in the middle Of lines you laid down before Tryin' to paint my picture into yours