Drop Of Paint

Rubarth Amber

Had my canvas primed in white, some water by my bed
 A wooden palette smeared with reds and gray­s and blues
 Dipped my brush into the paint, traced the outline of your face, then I washed it clean for color number two 

There's a little drop of paint in a mason jar of water that turned every last ounce a crimson hue
 And it's the same with you, you had a minute with my heart, now you color everything that I do. 

Stew pot's on the boil, house was filled with steam, bowls and spoons in twos like Noah's Ark. 
Dash of salt and spice to make it like you like, bring it to my lips and there you are 

There's a little pinch of salt in a ladle full of comfort that opens all the flavors into bloom 
And it's the same with you, you had a minute with my heart and now you color everything that I do. 

A flower turns its' face to the sun 
Snow melting makes the river run 
Tide rises high to meet the moon, meet the moon.
 
There's an echo in my ear sounding like your voice, a feeling that fills any empty room 
You had a minute with my heart and I live it every day 'cause when you brushed against my heart it soaked through
 And now my whole world is tinted with you
 Yeah, you color everything that I do.