Painters (Demo)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 her and her canvas would follow him wherever they would go 'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves A lovely world [Verse 2] Oil-streaked daisies covеred the living room walls He put watеr-colored roses in her hair He said, "Love, I love you I wanna give you the mountains, the sunshine The sunset too I just want to give you a world as beautiful as you are to me 'Cause I'm a painter and I want to paint you A lovely world" [Verse 3] So they sat down and made a drawing of their love They made it an art to live by They painted every passion, every home Created every beautiful child In winter, they were weavers of warmth In summer, they were carpenters of love They thought blueprints were too sad so they made them yellow And they were painters and they had painted themselves A lovely world [Verse 4] Until one day, the rains 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" And 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" [Bridge] He said "Love, I only leave a little, but try to understand I put my soul in this life we've 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" La-di-da, la-di-da La-di-da-di-da [Verse 5] 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 winds blew, she knew he was listening And oh, how he seemed to laugh along And how he seemed to hold her when she was crying 'Cause they were painters and they had painted themselves A lovely world [Verse 6] 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, ah And of times long ago when she used to color carelessly Painted his portrait a thousand times or maybe just his smile And her and her canvas would follow him wherever they would go Yes, her and her canvas still follow 'Cause they are painters and they are painting themselves A lovely Yes, they are painters and they are painting themselves A lovely world