PAINTER`S SONG

I think too much, and I’m losing touch with the scene I paint It’s my clouded eyes ? not a broken sky ? that’s bringing on the rain running all the colors I love into these muddy indefinable shades of a faded life But you bring the beauty back to everything you touch Oh, my muse you turn my gray to bright blue when I feel the rush of longing for your brush on my skin Too many times I mark the lines as immovable and cruel Am I made of stone, a monochrome, a self-important fool But running with you wild in the night along the river your muddy fingers paint me into a masterpiece And you bring the beauty back to everything you touch Oh, my muse you turn my gray to bright blue when I feel the rush of longing for your brush on my skin Tell me, can we find it again Dust off the empty canvas within rip it off of the frame and stretch it across the sky: Make a new day, a new day, a new day You bring the beauty back to everything you touch Oh, my muse you turn my gray to bright blue when I feel, when I feel you bring the beauty back to everything you touch Oh, my muse