Opia Painter
[Verse 1]
If I were to paint you, tell me where I would begin
When you defy every color, shape and style
What's the center of your body? What's the essence of your skin?
What tragedy do you have beneath your smile?
[Verse 2]
And every time I start to sketch, I lose the larger image
You aren't your eyes, your clothing or your hair
Like a longer lasting feeling, without a start, without a finish
I can't paint the wind but I know it's there
[Bridge]
I guess there's just things you can't explain
I guess there's just things you can't explain
[Verse 3]
And If I to rhyme, I'd get lost in metaphor
Writing a thousand books that wouldn't sell
And if no one ever reads them, then what's all the writing for?
I guess it's just a comfort to myself
[Chorus]
Like a wedding in the middle of a hurricane
Like a funeral on the perfect summer's day
If you tried too hard to define it, lose the thread and go insane
I guess there's just things you can't explain
[Chorus]
Like a wedding in the middle of a hurricane
Like a funeral on the perfect summer's day
If you tried too hard to define it, lose the thread and go insane
I guess there's just things you can't explain