A New Woman
Paintings paint them selves
you painted me and you.
perfect in a dream.
More into life.
Picture perfect.
We walked into the painting, and went through your thoughts.
The story behind what you felt when you painted us.
Coming out and we kissed.
The time was right.
So close those eyes sleeping tight.
The brushes came to life and painted us dying in our arms.
The dream awakes us and we're painted once again a perfect picture of dreams.
Feelings and desires.
So just close your eyes...
See we're perfect the way we are we never have to change a thing.
perfect in a dream.
More into life.
Picture perfect.
We walked into the painting, and went through your thoughts.
The story behind what you felt when you painted us.
Coming out and we kissed.
The time was right.
So close those eyes sleeping tight.
The brushes came to life and painted us dying in our arms.
The dream awakes us and we're painted once again a perfect picture of dreams.
Feelings and desires.
So just close your eyes...
See we're perfect the way we are we never have to change a thing.
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Paintings paint them selves
Paintings paint them selves
