If I were a painter, I would paint my reverie If that's the only way for you to be with me We'd be there together just like we used to be Underneath the swirling skies for all to see And I'm dreaming of a place where I could see your face And I think my brush would take me there But only if I were a painter Mine could paint a memory And climb inside the swirling skies to be And I'm dreaming of a place where I could see your face And I think my brush would take me there But only if I were a painter And could paint a memory And climb inside the swirling skies to be And I think my brush would take me there But only if I were a painter