I feel just like Picasso
And you´re my masterpiece
I painted you a lifetime
Now what´s left are memories
Oooh

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

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh...