I feel just like Picasso and you're my masterpiece
I painted you a lifetime, now what's left are memories, oohh

Sunlight's in the curtains, diamonds in the trees
I gave you colors blue and gold, as you lay upon the sheets

Something so familiar drawn from this blank page
Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase
No matter how I try, no matter what I do, iI'm still painting pictures of you

I could almost smell your perfume, in each brush stroke of the flowers
I left you tea from China, waiting in your sacred tower

Something so familiar drawn from this blank page
Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase
No matter how I try, no matter what I do, I'm still painting pictures of you

If I should go crazy, if I would go blind
I'd still fill the canvas from the pictures in my mind
If that's the only way to make you mine

It was something so familiar, drawn from this blank page
Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase
No matter how I try, no matter what I do
I'm still painting pictures, I'm always painting pictures
Still painting pictures of you

Ooohh, ooohh, ooohh, ooohh