You can't spell paint without pain.
So here are some new lyrics...sorry for complaining the other day...
We're painting the shapes the sunshine makes trapping shadows into sidewalk squares. We're on the fire escape where our easels are rusted stairs. The finite size of the rectangles sides cuts the corners before the shadow truly dies--in telltale signs we're running out of daylight.
How come / when I / try to / disguise / Your world / within / circles / and lines / it comes / up shy / not true / to life? / Pick up / my brush / and make / it right by...
spilling Your love in sweeping strokes across the canvas above.