The Artist
I know that you're an artist
You're the hardest one to deal with
Everything that you conceal is revealed on your canvas
You find all of your ugly meanings
In the things I find beautiful
Do you see the fall is coming?
Come, I'm falling into you
You perceive all of these things I'd never have known
Love, will you turn out the lights?
Cause we're already home
Home
You painted me in pastels
Colors that don't tell of any boldness
Cause that's the way you love to see me,
So delicate, so weak, so little purpose
But your eyes are drawn of charcoal
They're black, they're so cold, they're so imperfect
Cause they see a sleeping world where waking isn't worth it
You perceive all of these things I'd never have known
Love, will you turn out the lights?
Cause we're already home
Home
Can you live without your lies?
I've had enough of you tonight
All of these things I'd never have known
Love, will you turn out the lights?
Cause we're already home
Home
You perceive all of these things I'd never have known
Love, will you turn out the lights?
Cause we're already home
Home