David Gray Brushstroke Lyrics

Brushstroke Lyrics

Brush Stroke

 



with one brush stroke



i attempt to paint 



a picture of you



your beautiful face



the soft lines 



around your eyes



your hair blowing 



in the gentle wind



sparkling eyes



that stop me 



in my tracks



i trace your face 



with my hands



so that i may 



get a more accurate 



sense of how 



to draw you 

   



  but after 



my loving hands



touch your face



i cannot paint 



a single stroke



i am so entranced



so mesmerized



by your beautiful face



by your spell



YOU are poetry in motion



 

 





poetry in motion



i fear that i am 



destined to fail 



i'm just not 



up to the task



how can i paint perfection 



it would be 



an exercise in futility 



to try to paint



my lover's face



i know 



it would be a mistake



to even try



because i simply can't 



duplicate the beauty 



of your face



just touching it 



leaves me 



weak in the knees



your body 



is a work or art



i pay homage to



michaelangelo 



as i trace the 



outline of your hands



gliding my lips 



across your fingertips



genius lover



genius lover



that's what you used to call me



because i know what you need



i know just how to please you



do you think it's just



a stroke of luck or perhaps 



i've really thought about



what would give you



the utmost pleasure



no genius lover



just thoughtfulness



thoughts filled with you



and how thankful i am that



i was able to share some space



with the wonder of you



you make love to me



like i'm a work or art



i see the love light 



in your eyes



and i feel so grateful



to have crossed paths



with the likes of you



oh, the poetry of you



the poetry of you



the poetry of you