David Gray - Brushstroke lyrics

Brush Stroke with one brush stroke i attempt to paint a picture of you your beautiful face the soft lines around your eyes your hair blowing in the gentle wind sparkling eyes that stop me in my tracks i trace your face with my hands so that i may get a more accurate sense of how to draw you but after my loving hands touch your face i cannot paint a single stroke i am so entranced so mesmerized by your beautiful face by your spell YOU are poetry in motion poetry in motion i fear that i am destined to fail i'm just not up to the task how can i paint perfection it would be an exercise in futility to try to paint my lover's face i know it would be a mistake to even try because i simply can't duplicate the beauty of your face just touching it leaves me weak in the knees your body is a work or art i pay homage to michaelangelo as i trace the outline of your hands gliding my lips across your fingertips genius lover genius lover that's what you used to call me because i know what you need i know just how to please you do you think it's just a stroke of luck or perhaps i've really thought about what would give you the utmost pleasure no genius lover just thoughtfulness thoughts filled with you and how thankful i am that i was able to share some space with the wonder of you you make love to me like i'm a work or art i see the love light in your eyes and i feel so grateful to have crossed paths with the likes of you oh, the poetry of you the poetry of you the poetry of you