You got your brushes, I got my guitar
We can paint or sing it all away,
put stuff on hold to face another day, tell the whole
story on a single page, take to the gallery,
take to the stage, but how I wish I could
A heart that gives us such a pretty view,
free of judgment, and full of hope.
You see the world like a kaleidoscope,
and you twist and turn the
all the light you've found
I'll write you a song if you paint me again
And can you paint me looking
Cause understanding me is hit and miss
At the heart of it is the art of it
I've known girls who only call in spring
Funny girls who hide inside a clown
And I may have turned away,
if not for you I try to look at things the way you do
Your definition to my blurry lines
Promise me you're al ways
Cause understanding me is hit or miss
At the heart of it, is the art of it
Now the songs are sounding
As I add the pictures that
And you paint my heart like it's unbroken
A thousand words and nothing spoken
I'll write you a song if you paint me again
And can you paint me looking
It's understanding me, it's hitting me
At the heart of it, is the art of it