interesting place this, i like it hereni think i'll stay and see what happensnnif i wanted to i'd write a booknbut it would take some timeni'd spend my life writing poetrynthinking of words that have to rhymennobserve the painted wordnnbut if a picture paints a thousand wordsnthen i will paint a book for younand you can read between the linesnthe truth, whole truth, nothing but the truthnnobserve the painted wordnnyou held my handsnyou kissed my lipsnyou told me you were leaving mennow all the pain and hurt i feelnhangs on the wall for all to seennobserve the painted wordnnif you can't find the words to writenif you can't think of the words to rhymentake a brush and take some paintnshow me what you feel insidennobserve the painted wordnnyou held my handsnyou kissed my lipsnyou told me you were leaving mennow all the pain and hurt i feelnhangs on the wall for all to seennobserve the painted wordnnif i wanted to i'd write a booknbut it would take some timeni'd spend my life writing poetrynthinking of words that have to rhymeni just haven't got the time