Oh the beauty of a cello
The world condems me for being crazy
and you condem me for being sane
You're watching the words that I breathe
as if what I say could bomb a city
and the wonder of our art is not lost on me
Don't keep our love in a paper bag
or wrapped in a box under a tree
I begin to dream in green
so the world is a beautiful monochromatic painting
and your beauty is enhanced by our brilliant colour scheme
Our distance is represented only by time
and the clock is stuck at half past three
In that moment we defined perfect
Even time was so astonished that it stopped
and the miles are less but farther appart
as winter turnes to spring for a day
and the plaster holds together each tessarae
in a wonderful non-sensical mural
and you condem me for being sane
You're watching the words that I breathe
as if what I say could bomb a city
and the wonder of our art is not lost on me
Don't keep our love in a paper bag
or wrapped in a box under a tree
I begin to dream in green
so the world is a beautiful monochromatic painting
and your beauty is enhanced by our brilliant colour scheme
Our distance is represented only by time
and the clock is stuck at half past three
In that moment we defined perfect
Even time was so astonished that it stopped
and the miles are less but farther appart
as winter turnes to spring for a day
and the plaster holds together each tessarae
in a wonderful non-sensical mural