Somehow
Suits my mood,
As I paint you in words
That allow my heart to brood;
My art makes me realize
Within are many rooms—
Twisting passageways,
Mysterious ways
That all lead back to you.
As I paint you in words
That allow my heart to brood;
My art makes me realize
Within are many rooms—
Twisting passageways,
Mysterious ways
That all lead back to you.