Painted Picture - Trevor Rabin

Painted picture bright and tender

Right before my eyes

Thinking of a color just to fade from here

Makes me feel like flying through the echoes

Beauty and the beast are growing tired

It seems that way all the time

Painted picture seems to feature

Tears and pretty smiles

Years of aggravation seems to fade again

Yearning for a stream with sparkling ripples

Ripples fading peacefully to sleep

It’s time to play holding hands

I’ve been a dreamer all my life

And what I see is real

The beauty of the dream I can see

Is gonna be shattered

If we take it all and throw it all away