The Artist (2002)

Verse 1

Living through pictures

Breathing through letters

The past taking me back

To where I belong

Clocks in reversal

Unwinding memories

Bringing me back

Into your arms

Where I can find you

Say that I need you

Go to the place where we'll

Always live on

Correct all the wrong turns

Square all the circles

Where I'd give you

Refuge from harm

Lost in the sweetness

Numb to the real

Nothing can make right

What went wrong

Flowers and tears

The voice of Sirens

Singing that

Heaven is gone

Chorus

Does anyone know

Where does love go

When all that you held

Falls apart?

When the summer gets cold

Where does love go?

How something so profound

Came to be this flawed?

Please teach me love as an art

Verse 2

I’m asking The Artist

To recast the textures

Color this canvas

True from the start

With creative inventions

Of infinite measures

That equals

Your precious heart

Capture your brilliance

With each stroke of bristles

The perfect symmetry

Of beauty and stars

Sincere reflections

True colors unveiled

A new Movement of

Love over all

Picture a horizon

Kissing the seas

Where our escape is

Never too far

Resting away on

Hammocks and palm trees

Where every lost hope

Becomes ours

Nothing divided

But the space of our fingers

Just warmth and a

Cool night’s calm

Say that you love me

Make me surrender

Before you tread

Off and afar

Framed in suspension

Age will diminish

Where your brush

Once hid our scars

Two hands in motion

The ticking of progress

Discolors us

As we depart

All that is precious

Made to be broken

The beholder’s eye

May look abroad

This revered portrait

Of our imperfections

Will trace us back

To who we are

Chorus

And now that I know

Where does love go

You’re living forever

With a piece of my heart

To always live on

And never let go

To love what is profound

But yet so flawed

This is love as an art