I feel just like Picasso

And you're my masterpiece

I painted you a lifetime

Now what's left are memories

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

I'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