Lyric

This morning in my quiet room

I took a brush and faced the gloom (Ah-ah)

Didn’t know just what would bloom

From the shade—la-la

My hands move across the canvas

There’s something strange inside

(There’s something strange inside)

Every stroke takes one more year

Every face begins to breathe

Beauty glows but disappears—

Their soul, it leaves

(Oh-oh, their soul, it leaves)

She walked in, a lovely light

But the painting turned her old

That night, beneath her mirror’s bite

She saw the truth unfold

(She saw her face grow cold)

My hands move across the canvas

And I can’t make them stop

(And I can’t make them stop)

Every stroke takes one more year

Every face begins to breathe

Beauty glows but disappears—

Their soul, it leaves

(Oh-oh, their soul, it leaves)

I paint, I paint forever

Now youth becomes my theft

The wrinkles fade like feathers—

But guilt is all I’m left

(Only guilt, only guilt...)

Every stroke takes one more year

Every face begins to breathe

Beauty glows but disappears—

Their soul, it leaves

(Oh-oh, their soul, it leaves)

This morning in my quiet room

The painting now complete (La-la-la)

But one soul I have betrayed

(Oh-oh, one soul I betrayed)