The Artist

I know that you're an artist
 But you're the hardest one to deal with
 Everything that you conceal
 Is revealed on your canvas
 You find all of your ugly meanings
 In the things I find beautiful
 Do you see the fall is coming?
 Come, I'm falling into you
 You perceive all of these things
 I'd never have known, oh
 Love, will you turn out the lights
 'Cause we're already home, home
 You painted me in pastels
 Colors that don't tell of any boldness
 'Cause that's the way you'd love to see me
 So delicate, so weak, so little purpose
 But your eyes are drawn of charcoal
 They're black, they're so cold, they're so imperfect
 Because they see a sleeping world
 Where waking isn't worth it
 You perceive all of these things
 I'd never have known, oh
 Love, will you turn out the lights
 'Cause we're already home, home
 Oh, oh, can you live without the lights
 Oh, oh, love, I've had enough of you tonight
 You perceive all of these things
 I'd never have known, oh
 Love, will you turn out the lights
 'Cause we're already home, home
 You perceive all of these things
 I'd never have known, oh
 Love, will you turn out the lights
 'Cause we're already home, home