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Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by
They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times long ago.
When she used color carelessly, painted his portrait
A thousand times - or maybe just his smile -
And she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go
'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world.
Oil streaked daisies covered the living room wall
He put water-colored roses in her hair
He said, "Love, I love you, I want to give you mountains, the sunshine,
the sunset too
I want to give you everything as beautiful as you are to me."
'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world.
So they sat down and made a drawing of their love, an art to live by
They painted every passion, every home, created every beautiful child
in the winter they were weavers of warmth,
in summer they were carpenters of love
They though blueprints were too sad so they made them yellow
'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world.
CHANGE I:
Until one day the rain fell as thick as black oil
And in her heart she knew something was wrong
She went running
through the orchard screaming,
"No God, don't take him from me!"
But by the time she got there, she feared he already had gone
She got to where he lay, water-colored roses in his hands for her
She threw them down screaming, "Damn you man, don't leave me
with nothing left behind but these cold paintings, these cold portraits
to remind me!"
CHANGE II:
He said, "Love I leave, but only a little, try to understand
I put my soul in this life we created with these four hands
Love, I leave, but only a little, this world holds me still
My body may die now, but these paintings are real."
So many seasons came and many seasons went
and many times she saw her love's face watering the flowers,
talking to the trees and singing to his children.
And when the wind blew, she knew he was listening,
and how he seemed to laugh along, and how he seemed to hold her
when she was crying
'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world.
Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by, they remind her of her lover
how he left her and of times long ago, when she used to color carelessly,
Painted his portrait a thousand times, or maybe just his smile,
and she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go
Yes, she and her canvas still follow
Because they are painters and they are painting themselves
A lovely world.
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A lovely world.
Because they are painters and they are painting themselves
Yes, she and her canvas still follow
and she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go
Painted his portrait a thousand times, or maybe just his smile,
how he left her and of times long ago, when she used to color carelessly,
Watching the clouds roll by, they remind her of her lover
Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
A lovely world.
'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
when she was crying
and how he seemed to laugh along, and how he seemed to hold her
And when the wind blew, she knew he was listening,
talking to the trees and singing to his children.
and many times she saw her love's face watering the flowers,
So many seasons came and many seasons went
My body may die now, but these paintings are real."
Love, I leave, but only a little, this world holds me still
I put my soul in this life we created with these four hands
He said, "Love I leave, but only a little, try to understand
CHANGE II:
to remind me!"
with nothing left behind but these cold paintings, these cold portraits
She threw them down screaming, "Damn you man, don't leave me
She got to where he lay, water-colored roses in his hands for her
But by the time she got there, she feared he already had gone
"No God, don't take him from me!"
through the orchard screaming,
She went running
And in her heart she knew something was wrong
Until one day the rain fell as thick as black oil
CHANGE I:
A lovely world.
'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
They though blueprints were too sad so they made them yellow
in summer they were carpenters of love
in the winter they were weavers of warmth,
They painted every passion, every home, created every beautiful child
So they sat down and made a drawing of their love, an art to live by
A lovely world.
'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
I want to give you everything as beautiful as you are to me."
the sunset too
He said, "Love, I love you, I want to give you mountains, the sunshine,
He put water-colored roses in her hair
Oil streaked daisies covered the living room wall
A lovely world.
'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
And she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go
A thousand times - or maybe just his smile -
When she used color carelessly, painted his portrait
They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times long ago.
Watching the clouds roll by
Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
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