[00:15.69]Pictures on my wall,[00:18.84]Fifteen different colours,[00:20.79]Starting with vermillion-[00:24.96]The first flower of the summer,[00:29.10]And don't think I'll be finished[00:32.28]Till I've begun to understand this,[00:35.46]With you stretched out in the sunlight,[00:39.30]As your laughter fills my canvas[00:43.26]The sun falls in my fingers,[00:46.32]On your back against the blinds,[00:50.43]It's tracing out your hollows[00:54.33]It is filling in your lines,[00:57.45]There your curl finds your spiral[00:59.37]As you silhouette the window,[01:03.15]When my brush forgives itself[01:06.87]Spills lines upon your pillow,[01:09.81]Finds you standing in the middle[01:12.09]Of the lines you've laid down before[01:16.38]Try to trace my picture into yours[01:30.57]Let me paint you in the corner,[01:33.87]As your shoulders trap the light[01:37.23]See the sunset feeling golden[01:40.17]On the wineskins of the night[01:44.28]I have seen your eyes in paintings[01:47.19]As Cathedrals cried Hosanna[01:50.94]Let me paint your face in frescos[01:53.79]Hang your hair like Angelabra[01:56.91]See you standing in the middle[01:59.76]Of lines you laid down before,[02:07.68]Try to paint my picture into yours[02:39.24]In the morning let me find you[02:41.16]As I call to you by name,[02:43.98]Your body warm beside me[02:46.65]Not imprisoned in a frame[02:50.46]I could never find the colours[02:52.95]Or the light that finely paints you[02:56.73]With those roses in your hair[03:00.30]Smell of wine, immortal perfume[03:03.39]As you're standing in the middle[03:05.97]Of lines you laid down before[03:14.46]Tryin' to paint my picture into yours