Michael Sembello - The Picture | Текст песни

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The Picture (I transcribed the lyrics)

Jealously it's time to pay (paint?). Painting her a secret.
Valency (?) has not found a holiday.

Beauty everlasting. Could it really be so that the picture would pay the price for life?
She was born in the land of concrete. Shadows burn everywhere she goes.
She is young as each moment passes and so she'll stay as the years pass away.
She will never grow old but she had to give her soul to the picture.

There's a hold on her life and she's running out of time in the picture.

Prisoner of the canvas. Keeper of the mystery. Everyone around her has begun to fade.
Life is bittersweet now. Looking for the way out. Time is something that she's got on her side.

Pure the soul and you'll pure the senses.
Canvas speaks (bleeds?) every sin it shows.

Turn the page but there's nothing after.
The price she must pay as the ages turn away.

She will never grow old but she had to give her soul to the picture.
There's a hold on her life and she's running out of time in the picture.

(Guitar solo)

She is lost in the world of knowing (nowhere?).
Lovers pay (gaze?) at each chapter's pose.

Her heart's of gold; even love won't enter.
The keys of her age (way?) lock the perfect cage.

She will never grow old but she had to give her soul to the picture.
There's a hold on her life and she's running out of time in the picture.

Bitter, twisted, found in her evening dress. Portrait perfect telling what she can't confess.

She will never grow old but she had to give her soul to the picture.
There's a hold on her line and she's running out of time in the picture.

She will never grow old but she had to give her soul to the picture.
She will never grow old (but she) had to give her soul to the picture.

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