The Painter's Brush

The painters brush, it speaks to us
In ways we can't believe
The light the dark, the near the far
The space for it to breathe
Perfected imperfections
A canvas full of dreams
She'll brush a stroke of genius
For both of us to see
The colours come together
To tear a soul apart
The feelings are all captured
In language of the heart
So paint for me a picture
The future that I need
Where we can be together
And maybe then you'll see
A picture's worth a thousand words
But I only need three
The painters brush, it speaks to us
Like we cannot Believe
The light the dark, the near the far
The space for it to breathe
I am not an artist
Can't get down what I mean
But I can still be honest
And share with you my dream
We should come together
So I don't come apart
We can be a masterpiece
For all the world to see
So paint for me a picture
The future that I need
Where we can be together
And maybe then you'll see
A picture's worth a thousand words
But I only need three