Song Description

Good words are hard to find. Non-verbal communication.

Lyrics

The skylight overhead is spilling the dusk into the room
The clouds are passing gray and gold
The dust of angels settles onto the bed under the eaves
Where we lie touching hand and toe.
A canvas in the corner, under a sheet, out of the way
Your inarticulate display
Those colors you set down - yeah, I took a peek late in the week -
Reminds me of what I want to say

I know there's some people have to say something every time, oh-oh.
And there are people who have something to say
I feel the thoughts you conceal in your heart - they mirror mine, oh yeah
And all those words that you keep tucked away
Because good words are hard to find.

I never think of you as sugary sweet, painfully shy
You lack the patience of a saint
But love and poetry are under the skin, out of the light, hiding in everything you paint.
One dab of crimson red means take me to bed, take me to heart.
One smudge of green is just a flirt.
That theme that's running through in cerulean blue means I love you
One picture, one thousand words

Still waters still run deep; Water they say ought to flow free.
Still life ain't what it used to be.
But I ponder mysteries, reading the lines in your designs
And I hear what you don't say to me.