I never knew that it could be so clear
My fingertips feeling you, my dear
Try so hard to release my fear
Then I suddenly disappear
I never knew that it could mean so much
No one's here except for you to judge
You're the art that only I can touch
That only I can touch
You can paint your whole face blue, without me asking why
And I can sit here and have no clue, without you saying bye
I take you to the gallery where you belong
You're my social battery that still goes strong
My heart is like a trigger, dragging you in more
Is it red paint or is it blood on the floor?
I never knew that I could paint my soul
In different colors so there's no black hole
You're the work of art that I stole
That I stole
You can paint your whole face blue, without me asking why
And I can sit here and have no clue, without you saying bye
I take you to the gallery where you belong
You're my social battery that still goes strong
My heart is like a trigger, dragging you in more
Is it red paint or is it blood on the floor?
I take you to the gallery where you belong
You're my social battery that still goes strong
My heart is like a trigger, dragging you in more
Is it red paint or is it blood on the floor?
I take you to the gallery where you belong
You're my social battery that still goes strong
My heart is like a trigger, dragging you in more
Is it red paint or is it blood on the floor?
Work Of Art (feat. Isabella) Video (MV)
Belle - Work Of Art (feat. Isabella) Lyrics
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I never knew that it could be so clear
My fingertips feeling you, my dear
Try so hard to release my fear
Then I suddenly disappear
I never knew that it could mean so much
No one's here except for you to judge
You're the art that only I can touch
That only I can touch
You can paint your whole face blue, without me asking why
And I can sit here and have no clue, without you saying bye
I take you to the gallery where you belong
You're my social battery that still goes strong
My heart is like a trigger, dragging you in more
Is it red paint or is it blood on the floor?
I never knew that I could paint my soul
In different colors so there's no black hole
You're the work of art that I stole
That I stole
You can paint your whole face blue, without me asking why
And I can sit here and have no clue, without you saying bye
I take you to the gallery where you belong
You're my social battery that still goes strong
My heart is like a trigger, dragging you in more
Is it red paint or is it blood on the floor?
I take you to the gallery where you belong
You're my social battery that still goes strong
My heart is like a trigger, dragging you in more
Is it red paint or is it blood on the floor?
I take you to the gallery where you belong
You're my social battery that still goes strong
My heart is like a trigger, dragging you in more
Is it red paint or is it blood on the floor?
My fingertips feeling you, my dear
Try so hard to release my fear
Then I suddenly disappear
I never knew that it could mean so much
No one's here except for you to judge
You're the art that only I can touch
That only I can touch
You can paint your whole face blue, without me asking why
And I can sit here and have no clue, without you saying bye
I take you to the gallery where you belong
You're my social battery that still goes strong
My heart is like a trigger, dragging you in more
Is it red paint or is it blood on the floor?
I never knew that I could paint my soul
In different colors so there's no black hole
You're the work of art that I stole
That I stole
You can paint your whole face blue, without me asking why
And I can sit here and have no clue, without you saying bye
I take you to the gallery where you belong
You're my social battery that still goes strong
My heart is like a trigger, dragging you in more
Is it red paint or is it blood on the floor?
I take you to the gallery where you belong
You're my social battery that still goes strong
My heart is like a trigger, dragging you in more
Is it red paint or is it blood on the floor?
I take you to the gallery where you belong
You're my social battery that still goes strong
My heart is like a trigger, dragging you in more
Is it red paint or is it blood on the floor?
Writer: Isabelle Mannberg
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