Canvas eyes look not surprised
Surrounded by lines
Drawn on by all this passing time
Mountain lips rise up and convince
Shaded crimson
Rubbed on to blur the time that's gone
When the paint is left to dry
I'm pulled away wondering what it looks like
But this picture's not for me
It's left behind for everybody else to see
Desert cheeks mapped with cracks and relief
Death Valley mystique
Carved out with time and wind and heat
The artist lies
Can't reduce reality to colors and lines
But they always try
See through one way windows from the inside
Furrowed brows roll like waves without sound
No foam on your crown
Washed out with current six feet down
When the paint is left to dry
I'm pulled away wondering what it looks like
But this picture's not for me
It's left behind for everybody else to see
Andrew Geisler - Painted Lyrics
Andrew Geisler - Painted Lyrics
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Canvas eyes look not surprised
Surrounded by lines
Drawn on by all this passing time
Mountain lips rise up and convince
Shaded crimson
Rubbed on to blur the time that's gone
When the paint is left to dry
I'm pulled away wondering what it looks like
But this picture's not for me
It's left behind for everybody else to see
Desert cheeks mapped with cracks and relief
Death Valley mystique
Carved out with time and wind and heat
The artist lies
Can't reduce reality to colors and lines
But they always try
See through one way windows from the inside
Furrowed brows roll like waves without sound
No foam on your crown
Washed out with current six feet down
When the paint is left to dry
I'm pulled away wondering what it looks like
But this picture's not for me
It's left behind for everybody else to see
Surrounded by lines
Drawn on by all this passing time
Mountain lips rise up and convince
Shaded crimson
Rubbed on to blur the time that's gone
When the paint is left to dry
I'm pulled away wondering what it looks like
But this picture's not for me
It's left behind for everybody else to see
Desert cheeks mapped with cracks and relief
Death Valley mystique
Carved out with time and wind and heat
The artist lies
Can't reduce reality to colors and lines
But they always try
See through one way windows from the inside
Furrowed brows roll like waves without sound
No foam on your crown
Washed out with current six feet down
When the paint is left to dry
I'm pulled away wondering what it looks like
But this picture's not for me
It's left behind for everybody else to see
Writer: Andrew Geisler
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid