A Painting on our Wall

You say I’m biased
But that’s not true
I’m just blessed with
The very best view
Yes I can see you as you truly are
When you’re in my arms
When I’m in your arms

When I tell you
What it is I see
You sometimes tell me
That you disagree
Well you really should believe me
Cause I’m in communion with infinity
With forces realer than reality
When you’re in my arms
When I’m in your arms

And when I watch you go about your day
The way you move, the things you say
Those lovely details I can’t quite recall
I could go on forever and never list them all
When you’ve got me on the brink
I can’t help but think:
‘You should be a painting’
‘You should be a painting on our wall’

You may think I’m gentle
But that’s not true
I would maim and kill
To protect Tamar and you
No, there is nothing that I wouldn’t do
When you’re in my arms
When I’m in your arms

And when I tell you
What you mean to me
How I’m drawn to you
Magnetically
I hope you soak in every word I say
How the outside world just melts away
How a melody begins to play
When you’re in my arms
When I’m in your arms

And when I watch you nurse Tamar to sleep
The way you hum to her, her foot by your cheek
The way you comfort her when she falls
That sacred tie between your tethered souls
That eternal link
I can’t help but think:
‘You should be a painting’
‘You both should be a painting on our wall’

My breath goes quick, my head gets faint
God I wish that I could paint
But all I’ve got are words and notes
And chords to carry them like boats
And a voice that’s a window to my mind
And a soul that’ll always love yours
With rhythm and rhyme