Picture of Nothing
(Brad Skistimas)
She painted a picture of nothing
And only to me there is something there
The picture is framed in my mind
And the value increases in time
And the oils that she made it with
Will not fade or ever set
And the canvas that is blank it seems
Is filled with color and all I need
You couldn’t brush me away
You couldn’t brush me away
You couldn’t brush me away
She wrote me a song with no key
That’s always sang beautifully
There isn’t a note or a chord
But it’s the best song that I’ve ever heard
The melody is in it’s spot
So the symphony will never stop
She conducts me, and constructs me from all of this nothing
You couldn’t sing me away
You couldn’t sing me away
You couldn’t sing me away
Cause I’m singing louder
You couldn’t brush me away
You couldn’t brush me away
You couldn’t brush me away
She painted a picture of nothing
And only to me there is something there
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