Melodies of You

H,

You're a painting with symbols deep, a symphony

Soft as it shifts from dark beneath

A poem that flows caressing my skin

In all of these things you reside and I

Want you flow from the pen, bow and brush

Then paper and string and canvas tight

With ink in the air, to dust your light?

From morning to the black of night

This is my call I belong to you

This is my call to sing the melodies of you

This is my call I can do nothing else

I can do nothing else

Music & Lyric by Sixpence None the Richer