I want to paint you a pitcure With blues and yellows and reds An image for your soul to take in My perception ingrained in your head.
That split second before your lips touch mine I want to transform our feelings into colors And splatter them all over your fears Of how I could ever love another.
But love comes in many forms Different ways and different shades And although he sleeps next to me I still lie awake.
And during the time I lay there Trying to rest my tired mind That place between reality and dreams Thats where I find you everytime.
And if i could just use our colors To cover up the truth Harness our left over innocence Preserve the happiness of our youth
Then maybe we could just sit here Your hand in mine The picture of perfection A work of art that knows no time.