You Paint Your Picture - Steve Cradock

You paint your picture quickly

Not guided by the hour

Instinctively believe it

While I work at it for hours

You hope that it comes quickly

And you hope that it will dazzle

Your mind is not on reaching

The games the road you travel

I'm silent like a shadow

My love light tenders embers

The blank pages lying fallow

Are for love songs of tomorrow

We travel all so closely

Revolution choice of weapon

All looking for our future

While we moan below our curfew

So I'll take you to the country

With a picnic full of treasure's

Disguised and blinded slightly

Playing games for pleasures only

Where we'll paint our picture slowly

Not guided by the hour

And leave the gates wide open

For all the other lovers