Sleeping off the labors of last night,
Tossing and turning in the heat.
Wake up only to sit by the lamplight,
Listening, counting your heartbeats

A high-rise, sunrise hits the window.
Your warm breath it settles on my palm.
I choke on the coming of tomorrow,
Our yesterdays now lost forever gone.

I know my colors have faded to you
And my canvas has lost its sheen.
If only you could see the art in me.

Six feet, a crumpled sheet between us,
Out of hope with eyes afraid to meet.
Longing for a last kiss, a last touch.
Between tears we leave still incomplete.

With blue the only color on your easel
Are you counting on a priceless masterpiece?
Please expect our love to be a handful.
You can't be a pinter without the grease.

I know my colors have faded to you
And my canvas has lost its sheen.
If only you could see the art in me.
'Cause I see the art in you!

You will always shine
In the museum of my mind.
One thing I'll never do
Is lose that art in you.
I won't lose.


Lyrics submitted by CatchingRed

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