The Artist

Do you see what I see a color portrait of you and me
Standing in a backyard by a tree
Through the eyes of the artist
He takes his brush across your face
And adds a shade of beige that always turns to gray
It's a constant reminder of the price we have to pay for love
And the artist he says
Hey, add a little color to the picture
No room for a permanent fixture
Because everybody's changing, the world just keeps on changing
There's not a lot of time left to borrow
Before we go turnin' into tomorrow
And we're all participating in constant rearranging
Until the artist says goodnight
Do you fear what I fear?
One day you're there and the next you're here
Just wondering which way you'll have to steer
Through the mind of the artist
He takes his brush across his brain
Yeah he tries to cover up all the things that cause him pain
He paints a million perfect people in a world that's plagued with shame
For love
And the artist he says
Hey, add a little color to the picture
No room for a permanent fixture
Because everybody's changing, the world just keeps on changing
There's not a lot of time left to borrow
Before we go turnin' into tomorrow
We're all participating in constant rearranging
Until the artist says goodnight
No matter what I do I just can't keep them apart
What was once a perfect picture is now a perfect work of art
I'm consumed by all this sadness, but there's laughter in the air
And when I look in the mirror I want to know who's standing there
And the artist he says
Hey, add a little color to the picture
There's no room for a permanent fixture
Because everybody's changing, the world just keeps on changing
Changing, changing, changing
Spinning me into oblivion
And the artist he says
Hey, add a little color to the picture
There's no room for a permanent fixture
Because everybody's changing
Yeah everybody's changing
I'll just keep on changing
Around, everything around
Everything around