Art These Days
I see her close and she does rhyme
With everything I have in mind
Glory is her curves and lines
Euphoric volume drawing sighs
I’m the painter brushes clean
Relive her movements when I please
When she returns I live the dream
That’s art these days
That’s art these days (oooooh)
That’s art these days
That’s art these days (oooooh)
And of course there’s time travel
Conjuring up her younger days
Though I wasn’t with her then
I recreate her frame by frame
