There's a picture hidden far away in a dark and empty room
A figure walking down the beach heading out towards the dunes
He said that he had me in mind as the colour filled her hair
As gestures go, it was love, I know, but I cannot find me there
Mix me in paint, brush me on paper
Frame me in lies for your own heart to see
I was your vision, your vestal beauty
Your shining duty, your anything but me
There's a picture in a silver frame: a man with a dreamer's eyes
He gave me so much more than a name and a mystery besides
He set his world in black and white, though he held rainbows in his hands
And my own shades were blues and grays he could never understand
Mix me in paint, brush me on paper
Frame me in lies for your pure heart to see
I was your last kiss, your one and only
Your Sleeping Beauty, your anything but me
Was it always truth or dare? Faces change beyond compare
Portraits are never fair for fathers and daughters
How desire changes lines; eyes can't see when hearts are blind
Love never runs on time for fathers and daughters
There are pictures all around me now - memories walking home
Changes he could not conceive and a world that left him cold
Yet still I feel his hand in mine as I walk this chosen road
The strength I thought was his I find is mine, mine alone
Mix me in paint, brush me on paper
Frame me in lies for your sweet heart to see
You were my first word and my last teardrop
My gentle jailer: you were everything to me
Mix me in paint
And brush me away
Fix me and frame me
Mix me in paint...