Pictures on my wall,
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Fifteen different colours,
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Starting with vermillion-
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The first flower of the summer,
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And don't think I'll be finished
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Till I've begun to understand this,
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With you stretched out in the sunlight,
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As your laughter fills my canvas
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The sun falls in my fingers,
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On your back against the blinds,
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It's tracing out your hollows
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It is filling in your lines,
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There your curl finds your spiral
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As you silhouette the window,
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When my brush forgives itself
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Spills lines upon your pillow,
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Finds you standing in the middle
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Of the lines you've laid down before
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Try to trace my picture into yours
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Let me paint you in the corner,
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As your shoulders trap the light
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See the sunset feeling golden
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On the wineskins of the night
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I have seen your eyes in paintings
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As Cathedrals cried Hosanna
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Let me paint your face in frescos
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Hang your hair like Angelabra
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See you standing in the middle
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Of lines you laid down before,
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Try to paint my picture into yours
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In the morning let me find you
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As I call to you by name,
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Your body warm beside me
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Not imprisoned in a frame
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I could never find the colours
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Or the light that finely paints you
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With those roses in your hair
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Smell of wine, immortal perfume
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As you're standing in the middle
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Of lines you laid down before
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Tryin' to paint my picture into yours
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Paint Your Picture
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Josh Ritter |