The Artist
I know that you're an artist
But you're the hardest one to deal with
Everything that you conceal
Is revealed on your canvas
You find all of your ugly meanings
In the things I find beautiful
Do you see the fall is coming?
Come, I'm falling into you
You perceive all of these things
I'd never have known, oh
Love, will you turn out the lights
'Cause we're already home, home
You painted me in pastels
Colors that don't tell of any boldness
'Cause that's the way you'd love to see me
So delicate, so weak, so little purpose
But your eyes are drawn of charcoal
They're black, they're so cold, they're so imperfect
Because they see a sleeping world
Where waking isn't worth it
You perceive all of these things
I'd never have known, oh
Love, will you turn out the lights
'Cause we're already home, home
Oh, oh, can you live without the lights
Oh, oh, love, I've had enough of you tonight
You perceive all of these things
I'd never have known, oh
Love, will you turn out the lights
'Cause we're already home, home
You perceive all of these things
I'd never have known, oh
Love, will you turn out the lights
'Cause we're already home, home
But you're the hardest one to deal with
Everything that you conceal
Is revealed on your canvas
You find all of your ugly meanings
In the things I find beautiful
Do you see the fall is coming?
Come, I'm falling into you
You perceive all of these things
I'd never have known, oh
Love, will you turn out the lights
'Cause we're already home, home
You painted me in pastels
Colors that don't tell of any boldness
'Cause that's the way you'd love to see me
So delicate, so weak, so little purpose
But your eyes are drawn of charcoal
They're black, they're so cold, they're so imperfect
Because they see a sleeping world
Where waking isn't worth it
You perceive all of these things
I'd never have known, oh
Love, will you turn out the lights
'Cause we're already home, home
Oh, oh, can you live without the lights
Oh, oh, love, I've had enough of you tonight
You perceive all of these things
I'd never have known, oh
Love, will you turn out the lights
'Cause we're already home, home
You perceive all of these things
I'd never have known, oh
Love, will you turn out the lights
'Cause we're already home, home
Credits
Writer(s): Bob Morris, Greta Morgan Salpeter
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