Norah Jones- Painter Song
If I were a painter
I would paint my reverie
If that's the only way for you to be with me
We'd be there together
Just like we used to be
Underneath the swirling skies for all to see
And I'm dreaming of a place
Where I could see your face
And I think my brush would take me there
But only...
If I were a painter
And could paint a memory
I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you
I'd climb inside the skies to be with you
Lovely song. I can relate to the lyrics.
It's weird, the house is bustling with people for most of the day, but then in the wee hours of the morning when everyone has gone you can feel the energy. Like the day is playing in the background, like a tv two apartments over. Its odd. It makes me feel alone....lately I have felt slightly lonely. Not in a really bad way, but I am strongly aware of my lack of another. I miss having someone to wake up thinking about, someone to dream about. I also miss some of the physical stuff, like the slightest touch that gives you butterflys...the cute little things. *slight sigh*
All is well though. My peircing is doing ok, and is not infected as I had thought, it turns out it may be my soap which is causing it to hurt a bit. I may be allergic to it. Which is much better than the alternative :-D
I would paint my reverie
If that's the only way for you to be with me
We'd be there together
Just like we used to be
Underneath the swirling skies for all to see
And I'm dreaming of a place
Where I could see your face
And I think my brush would take me there
But only...
If I were a painter
And could paint a memory
I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you
I'd climb inside the skies to be with you
Lovely song. I can relate to the lyrics.
It's weird, the house is bustling with people for most of the day, but then in the wee hours of the morning when everyone has gone you can feel the energy. Like the day is playing in the background, like a tv two apartments over. Its odd. It makes me feel alone....lately I have felt slightly lonely. Not in a really bad way, but I am strongly aware of my lack of another. I miss having someone to wake up thinking about, someone to dream about. I also miss some of the physical stuff, like the slightest touch that gives you butterflys...the cute little things. *slight sigh*
All is well though. My peircing is doing ok, and is not infected as I had thought, it turns out it may be my soap which is causing it to hurt a bit. I may be allergic to it. Which is much better than the alternative :-D