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 |