Were that I painter I could paint something real with colours that don't exist. I could paint the way you make me feel.
Were that I a painter I could paint you a dream perfect in form and symmetry or so it would seem.
I could paint us a future bright instead of bleak I could paint into the picture, all the think you seek.
But, alas, I am no such creature and have only the written words a mouthful of cliches All of which you've heard