Interesting place this, I like it here
I think I'll stay and see what happens
If I wanted to I'd write a book
But it would take some time
I'd spend my life writing poetry
Thinking ouf words that have to rhyme
Observe.... the painted word
But if a picture paints a thousand words
Then I will paint a book for you
And you can read between the lines
The truth, whole truth, nothing but the truth
Observe.... the painted word
You held my hands
You kissed my lips
You told me you were leaving me
Now all the pain and hurt I feel
Hangs on the wall for all to see
Observe.... the painted word
If you can't find the words to write
If you can't think of the words to rhyme
Take a brush and take some paint
Show me what you feel inside
Observe.... the painted word
You held my hands
You kissed my lips
You told me you were leaving me
Now all the pain and hurt I feel
Hangs on the wall for all to see
Observe.... the painted word
If I wanted to I'd write a book
But it would take some time
I'd spend my life writing poetry
Thinking of words that have to rhyme
I just haven't got the time