The Artist

I know that you're an artist
You're the hardest one to deal with
Everything that you conceal
Is revealed on your canvas

You find all of your ugly meanings
In the things I find beautiful
Do you see the fall is coming?
Come, I'm falling into you

You perceive all of these things
I'd never have known, whoa
Love, will you turn out the lights
'Cause we're already home, home

You painted me in pastels
Colors that don't tell of any boldness
'Cause that's the way you'd love to see me
So delicate, so weak, so little purpose

But your eyes are drawn of charcoal
They're black, they're so cold, they're so imperfect
Because they see a sleeping world
Where waking isn't worth it

You perceive all of these things
I'd never have known, oh
Love, will you turn out the lights?
'Cause we're already home, home

Oh, oh, can you live without your lies?
Oh, oh, love
I've had enough of you tonight

All of these things
I'd never have known, oh
Love, will you turn out the lights
'Cause we're already home, home

You perceive all of these things
I'd never have known, ohh
Love, will you turn out the lights
'Cause we're already home, home