I’m painting pictures
Of you and me,
And we’re so happy,
Can’t you see?
I’ve made a life of loving thee,
And painting pictures
Of you and me.
The midnight skies and stars so high,
Your hand and mine, two intertwined.
Watching the bright, light show,
And loving what we’ll always know.
Pinks and reds and fusia too,
Watching the sky’s fading blue.
I know now: just like then
How loving you, has always been
So I sit here now, with my eyes closed,
And in my head I suppose;
I’m painting pictures
Of you and me,
And we’re so happy,
Yeah can’t you see?
I’ve made a life of loving thee,
Just painting pictures
Of you and me
Remember that summer sun rise,
The early birds and roosters’ cries.
My back yard, and a blanket bed,
On your chest, my resting head.
The grassy greens and soft breeze
My favourite time beneath the trees
When we first met in second grade
My heart knew and my mind was made.
So I’ll sit here now, with my eyes closed
And in my head, I suppose:
I’m painting pictures
Of you and me,
And we’re so happy,
Why can’t you see?
My life is here for loving thee,
As I paint pictures
Of you and me.
But pictures fade, and so did we,
And things turned out a bit differently,
The last page flipped, an ending time
With the sour taste of gin and lime
The clashing shades of white and black
Because now there’s no, turning back
You’re here for me, and I for you
But now we walk, in different shoes
So I’ll sit here now, with my eyes closed,
And in my head there’s one last pose:
I painted pictures
Of you and me,
And we were happy,
From what I see.
I’ve spent a lifetime loving thee.
But I’ve stopped the pictures
Of you and me.
