Paint Your Picture

Pictures on my wall

Fifteen different colors

Starting with vermilion

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 wine skins of the night

I have seen your eyes in paintings

As Cathedrals cried Hosanna

Let me paint your face in frescoes

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 colors

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