If I were a painter
I would paint my reverie
If thats the only way for you to be with me
Wed be there together
Just like we used to be
Underneath the swirling skies for all to see
And Im dreaming of a place
Where I could see your face
And I think my brush would take me there
But only
If I were a painter
And could paint a memory
Id climb inside the swirling skies to be with you
And Im dreaming of a place
Where I could see your face
And I think my brush would take me there
But only
If I were a painter
And could paint a memory
Id climb inside the swirling skies to be with you
Id climb inside the skies to be with you