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Sid Bradley – If I Were An Artist lyrics
[Verse 1]
If I were an artist, I might paint how I feel
A picture of a cloudy day when life seems so unreal
If I started I would soon find I do not have enough blues and greys
For those fine lines of pain that pour into life like summer rain
And seems to last for days
[Verse 2]
If I were an author, I’d write what life really means
And I would use beautiful words to say what I can’t see
In the dictionary I would find that no one has really found the words
For experiences of dreams, my life cannot be what it seems
It’s not at all like what I’ve heard
[Verse 3]
All the days of yesteryear cast a shadow on my mind
Everything that seems once was has now changed with the times
And the hazy mist of life has faded until I cannot see
That which is really me is locked in time without a key
I touch only what touches my mind
[Verse 4]
If I were a sculptor, I might choose the finest stone
And carve a timeless masterpiece, the face of all unknown
A face I’ve never seen, from a stone that crumbles into sand
And washes out to sea and flows throughout infinity
Just beyond my finite hand
If I were an artist, I might paint how I feel
A picture of a cloudy day when life seems so unreal
If I started I would soon find I do not have enough blues and greys
For those fine lines of pain that pour into life like summer rain
And seems to last for days
[Verse 2]
If I were an author, I’d write what life really means
And I would use beautiful words to say what I can’t see
In the dictionary I would find that no one has really found the words
For experiences of dreams, my life cannot be what it seems
It’s not at all like what I’ve heard
[Verse 3]
All the days of yesteryear cast a shadow on my mind
Everything that seems once was has now changed with the times
And the hazy mist of life has faded until I cannot see
That which is really me is locked in time without a key
I touch only what touches my mind
[Verse 4]
If I were a sculptor, I might choose the finest stone
And carve a timeless masterpiece, the face of all unknown
A face I’ve never seen, from a stone that crumbles into sand
And washes out to sea and flows throughout infinity
Just beyond my finite hand
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