Jewel - Painters lyrics

Eighty years, an old lady now
Sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by
They remind her of her lover
How he left her, and of times long ago
When she used to color carelessly
Painted his portrait
A thousand times, or maybe just his smile
Her and her canvas would follow
Him wherever he would go

'Cause they were painters and
They were painting themselves a lovely world

Oil-streaked daisies covered the
Living room wall
He put water-colored roses in her hair
He said, "Love, I love you, I
Want to give you mountains, the sunshine
The sunset too i just want to give you
Everything as beautiful as youaretome"

'Cause they were painters and
They were painting themselves a lovely world

So they sat down and made
A drawing of their love
They made it an art to live by
They painted every passion, every home
Created every beautiful child
In winter they were weavers of warmth
In summer they were carpenters of love
They thought blueprints were too sad
So they made them yellow

And they were painters and
They had painted themselves a lovely world

Until one day the rain fell
As thick as black oil
And in her heart she knew something was wrong
She went running through
The orchard screaming
"No God, don't take him from me!"
But by the time she got there, she feared
He already had gone she got to where he lay
Water-colored roses in his hands for her
She threw them down screaming, "Damn you man
Don't leave me with nothing left behind, but
These cold paintings, these cold portrait's
To remind me!"

He said, "Love I only leave a little
But try to understand
I put my soul in this life
We created with these four hands
Love, I leave, but only a little
This world holds me still
My body may die now
But these paintings are real"

So many seasons came and many seasons went
And many times she saw her love's face
Watering the flowers, talking to the trees
And singing to his children
And when the wind blew
She knew he was listening
And how he seemed to laugh along
And how he seemed to hold her
When she was crying

'Cause they were painters and
They had painting themselves a lovely world

Eighty years, an old lady now
Sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by
They remind her of her lover
And how he left her and of times long ago
When she would color carelessly
Painted his portrait a thousand times
Or maybe just his smile
Her and her canvas would follow
Him wherever they would go
Yes, her and her canvas still follow

Because they are painters and
They are painting themselves a lovely world