"Paint a picture"

And as the sun goes down

Of an ancient town

and as the sun goes down

of an ancient town

start

Clear cut and pale on a cold winter@s day

If I could steal this moment forever

So our story stayed alive

You'll be somebody's wife

Of what you want to see

Fingers trace your every outline

Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm

Fingers trace your every outline

Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm