The Painter from Shattered Dreams by Slocum&Co CD

THE PAINTER

I always thought you were a dancer
Even though you never told me that
Imagined you pirouetting ‘round your table
But now, now I know better than that

I always thought you were a painter
The sun, the earth, the sky, the sea
Mountains were the easel and the brushes from the trees
But you, you were never going to paint me

But the world’s not make believe it’s not made for the likes of you and me
It’s all just one sweet fantasy

I always thought you were a sculptor
Gently moulding my mind
Shaping thoughts and smoothing all the edges
And all, all it needed was time

I always thought you were a singer
Melodies flow with rhythm and rhyme
Sing to me like a mountain honeyeater baby
Transform my space and time.

But the world’s not make believe it’s not made for the likes of you and me
It’s all just one sweet fantasy

• Pop
• indie pop; indie folk
• Melbourne