The Artist

Lyrics
I know that you're an artist You're the hardest one to deal with Everything that you conceal Is revealed on your canvas You find all of your ugly meanings In the things I find beautiful Do you see the fall is coming? Come, I'm falling into you You perceive all of these things I'd never have known, whoa Love, will you turn out the lights 'Cause we're already home, home You painted me in pastels Colors that don't tell of any boldness 'Cause that's the way you'd love to see me So delicate, so weak, so little purpose But your eyes are drawn of charcoal They're black, they're so cold, they're so imperfect Because they see a sleeping world Where waking isn't worth it You perceive all of these things I'd never have known, oh Love, will you turn out the lights? 'Cause we're already home, home Oh, oh, can you live without your lies? Oh, oh, love I've had enough of you tonight All of these things I'd never have known, oh Love, will you turn out the lights 'Cause we're already home, home You perceive all of these things I'd never have known, ohh Love, will you turn out the lights 'Cause we're already home, home
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Credits
- Writers
- Greta Salpeter
- Bob Morris