Paper Thin



I painted a picture on your bedroom wall
While a sprinkly rain was just beginning to fall
In your tiny room awash with mesh and lace
A shadowy cloud strewn across your face
   And everything seems to be coming through
   All paper thin there and just for you

You painted a picture on my bathroom floor
Great swirls of color, sorta less is more
As a flood of perfume filled the air
The afternoon sun dripped in with 70's flair
   And everything seems to be coming through
   All paper thin there and just for you

   So let's hold it high, breath it in
   Drink the day, let's start to spin
   Lifting our feet up off the ground
   Circling space and clowning around
   Giggle at crude late late night shows
   Let's loosen up, let's start to flow
   And when we think that it is nearly through
   You look at me, babe, and I look you

You pointed out pinpricks of starry light
Yeah that dotted our eyes like they dotted the night
As the fragrant blues they blurred into greens
And rivers of red waved in shimmery sheens
   And everything seems to be coming through
   All paper thin there and just for you

I painted the world there upon your skin
As you cracked wide open and you drew me in
A sunflower bound in streams of wire
And your soul aburn in the gorgeous fire
   And everything seems to be coming through
   All paper thin there and just for you
©Mike Runion, 2001
8/31/01