Pictures of You
Pictures of You
I
feel just like Picasso
And
you're my masterpiece
I
painted you a lifetime
Now
what's left are memories
Oooh
Sunlight's
in the curtains
Diamonds
in the trees
I
gave you colors blue and gold
As
you lay upon the sheets
Something
so familiar drawn from this blank page
Every
line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase
No
matter how I try, no matter what I do
I'm
still painting pictures of you
I
could almost smell your perfume
In
each brush stroke of the flowers
I
left you tea from China
Waiting
in your sacred tower
Something
so familiar drawn from this blank page
Every
line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase
No
matter how I try, no matter what I do
I'm
still painting pictures of you
If
I should go crazy, if I would go blind
I'd
still fill the canvas from the pictures in my mind
If
that's the only way to make you mine
It
was something so familiar
Drawn
from this blank page
Every
line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase
No
matter how I try, no matter what I do
I'm
still painting pictures, I'm always painting pictures
Still
painting pictures of you
Oooh,
oooh, oooh, oooh...
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