Out of the forty colors that I know how to paint,
you're that color I can't even dream about.
Come here, I need to imagine you.
Oh love, I spend the day painting you.
And how hard it is to wipe out the air off your skin.
To paint is more than to love,
to paint is to create you.
It's to make a work of art out of you.
I have your image in the brush,
blurry among my doubts.
Oh love, I spend the day painting you.
You're so inside of me that you're burning me.
To paint you is almost,
almost like creating you,
it's to make a work of art out of you.
I'm looking for you in the corners of reason but your image always runs away from my voice.
Oh oh oh love
I spend the day painting you
Oh oh oh love
And your name, burning me
And how hard it is to copy the air off your skin.
Oh uh uh
Oh oh oh love
Oh love,
I spend the day painting you
(Oh love, I spend the day painting you)
Painting you, love
(Oh love, I spend the day painting you)
Painting you, oh love
Oh love, I spend the day painting you
(Dreaming of you)
And your name burning me
(Oh love, I spend the day)
Painting you and dreaming of you, love
(Oh love, I spend the day)
An entire life loving you
(Oh love, I spend the day)
Dreaming of you
(Dreaming of you)