Brush strokes on canvas
Recreate your existence
But I can't seem
To capture your eyes
The dark oils got mixed in
With the pastels of your skin
And the brush touched your cheek
Before I realised
Ooh
The deep red of your lips
I coloured with felt tips
With child-like [F]wonder
Longing and [Bm]awe
The pen crossed the outline
And I tɾied for [Dm7]a lifetime
To ɾestore your smile
To how it was [Am7]once before
Ooh
Brush stɾokes on [C7]canvas
Recreate your existence
But I can't seem
To capture your eyes