Song Length |
2:42 |
Genre |
Pop - Lullaby |
Lyrics
Tell me nothing of your life,
I painted you as an angel,
These lines, these curves don't do you justice,
But if it's all the same to you, I'll draw them just as well.
I can't believe you're not on paper,
I can't believe you're made for me to touch,
I will accept that you are mine without a holiday,
But not that I deserve as much.
Tell me nothing of yourself,
I sculpted you as a goddess,
This lifeless clay don't hold a candle to your visage,
But if it's all the same to you, I'll shape it in your image
I can't believe that you're not fiction
I can't believe you're made for me to hold.
I will accept that you are mine without a holiday
But not that I should be so bold.
I will accept that you are mine without a holiday.
But not that I deserve as much.