If I were a painting captured on canvas
Alone in the portrait, I′d stand
In brushstrokes bold, yet soft as a whisper
The work of a feminine hand
Caught in still life, surrounded by shadows
Or lost in a background of blue
If I were a painting, my price would be pain
And the artist would have to be you
I imagine the colors would all run together
If you ever allowed me to cry
So don't paint the tears, just let me remember
Me without you in my eyes
It′s only the frame that holds me together
Or else I'd be falling apart
If I were a painting, I wouldn't feel
And you wouldn′t be breaking my heart
Writer(s): Donald R. Sampson, Skip Ewing Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
