Obra de Arte

Out of the forty colors that I know how to paint
You are that color that I can't even dream of
Come here, I need to imagine you
Oh, love, I spend the day painting you
And how difficult it is to clean the air of your skin

Painting is more than loving
Painting is creating you
It's making a work of art out of you
I have your image on the brush
Blurry amidst my doubts
Oh, love, I spend the day painting you
You are so inside me that you are burning me

Painting you is almost like inventing you
It's making a work of art out of you
I'm looking for you
In the corners of reason
But your image always escapes my voice
Oh, oh, oh, love, I spend the day painting you
Oh, oh, oh, love and your name burning me
And how difficult it is to copy the air of your skin
Oh, uh
Oh, love
Oh, love, I spend the day painting you

A whole life loving you
Oh, love, I spend the day dreaming of you