John Mark Thomas - Picasso

I've got this feeling of gasping for air
A sense of abandon, of looming despair
The tears choke so strong, I can hardly breathe
Like acid they burn as they roll down my cheeks

Somewhere in the distance
I hear Your voice rolling over the hills
Like a fresh morning breeze
You touch my face with compassion until
I know that You love me still
Oh, I know that You love me still

Here stands my Picasso -- do you recognize
This face that I've painted, this bundle of lies
But You are the Master, the artist I crave
With long, flowing brushstrokes, paint me back from the grave

Somewhere in the distance
I hear Your voice rolling over the hills
Like a fresh morning breeze
You touch my face with compassion until
I know that You love me still
Oh, I know that You love me still

With long, flowing brushstrokes, paint me back from the grave

Written by:
John Thomas

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