So I had this word picture in my mind for days, that of painting the sky, but I haven't been able to write this until today.
- The stem of my heart whithered
It left me to float to the ground
Now I'm in a heap of broken
Just waiting on needles to be found.
- I am the bristle in the paintbrush
And it's You who's guiding the stick
He is the color that fills up these hills
And our love is what makes it stick
- Take my hand
We'll paint the sky
I'm no fan of clutter
So it's just you and I
Take my hand
And together we'll fall
We'll fall like leaves
More in love with it all
- The waves of this sea hold my waist
They're your arms and your hands and your fingers
And over me floats your apple
In my eye forever it will linger
- Take my hand
We'll paint the sky
I'm no fan of clutter
So it's just you and I
Take my hand
And together we'll fall
We'll fall like leaves
More in love with it all
