If I were a painting captured on canvas
Alone in the portrait I'd stand.
In brush strokes bold
Yet soft as a whisper.
The work of a feminine hand.
Caught in still live
Surrounded by shadows.
But lost in a background of blue.
If I were a painting my price would be pain.
The artist would have to be you.
I imagine the colors would all run together
If you ever allow me to cry.
So don't paint the tears.
Just let me remember
Me without you in my eyes.
It's only the frame that holds me together
Or else I'd be fallin' apart.
If I were a painting then I wouldn't feel
And you wouldn't be breaking my
Heart.
Alone in the portrait I'd stand.
In brush strokes bold
Yet soft as a whisper.
The work of a feminine hand.
Caught in still live
Surrounded by shadows.
But lost in a background of blue.
If I were a painting my price would be pain.
The artist would have to be you.
I imagine the colors would all run together
If you ever allow me to cry.
So don't paint the tears.
Just let me remember
Me without you in my eyes.
It's only the frame that holds me together
Or else I'd be fallin' apart.
If I were a painting then I wouldn't feel
And you wouldn't be breaking my
Heart.