Easel
Can I prop you up on an easel to admire you?
(can I? can I? can I?)
Forgive me for being so sentimental
I'm just an artist that found a muse
My stormy mind now flows gentle
Your spirit is familiar, it's you, it's you
I'm no painter but I'll pick up a brush
No matter if it always paints me blue
Your soul makes me want to create
So forgive me if I ever get too true
Your mind is an art
And I'm just a hopeless devotee
Take what you want, rip my bones apart
I'll paint my eyes red in the blood you leave
Forgive me for the way I look at you
Can't turn away from what strikes my eye
The poet in me retains every detail
And in the heart in me I feel the knots untie
And I don't feel this feeling frequently
It's few and far between
So when I do, it's all-encompassing
We must all feel when we find someone serene
Your mind is an art
And I'm just a hopeless devotee
Take what you want, rip my bones apart
I'll paint my eyes red in the blood you leave
So let me stand in your museum
Let me study the way you think
I promise I won't blink
Oh let me in, oh let me in
Oh let me in, oh let me in
Oh, oh, oh
Let me in
Can I prop you up on an easel to admire you?
(can I? can I? can I?)
Forgive me for being so sentimental
I'm just an artist that found a muse
My stormy mind now flows gentle
Your spirit is familiar, it's you, it's you
I'm no painter but I'll pick up a brush
No matter if it always paints me blue
Your soul makes me want to create
So forgive me if I ever get too true
Your mind is an art
And I'm just a hopeless devotee
Take what you want, rip my bones apart
I'll paint my eyes red in the blood you leave
Forgive me for the way I look at you
Can't turn away from what strikes my eye
The poet in me retains every detail
And in the heart in me I feel the knots untie
And I don't feel this feeling frequently
It's few and far between
So when I do, it's all-encompassing
We must all feel when we find someone serene
Your mind is an art
And I'm just a hopeless devotee
Take what you want, rip my bones apart
I'll paint my eyes red in the blood you leave
So let me stand in your museum
Let me study the way you think
I promise I won't blink
Oh let me in, oh let me in
Oh let me in, oh let me in
Oh, oh, oh
Let me in
Can I prop you up on an easel to admire you?
Credits
Writer(s): Tommaso Morandi, Zoey Gulotta
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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