Interesting place this, I like it here I think I'll stay and see what happens
If I wanted to I'd write a book But it would take some time I'd spend my life writing poetry Thinking ouf words that have to rhyme
Observe.... the painted word
But if a picture paints a thousand words Then I will paint a book for you And you can read between the lines The truth, whole truth, nothing but the truth
Observe.... the painted word
You held my hands You kissed my lips You told me you were leaving me Now all the pain and hurt I feel Hangs on the wall for all to see
Observe.... the painted word
If you can't find the words to write If you can't think of the words to rhyme Take a brush and take some paint Show me what you feel inside
Observe.... the painted word
You held my hands You kissed my lips You told me you were leaving me Now all the pain and hurt I feel Hangs on the wall for all to see
Observe.... the painted word
If I wanted to I'd write a book But it would take some time I'd spend my life writing poetry Thinking of words that have to rhyme I just haven't got the time