[00:09.000]You're a painting with symbols deep
[00:13.300]A symphony soft as it shifts from dark beneath
[00:21.000]A poem that flows caressing my skin
[00:25.500]In all of these things you reside
[00:28.500]And I want you flow from the pen, bow and brush
[00:34.000]Then paper and string and canvas tight
[00:39.000]With ink in the air, to dust your light
[00:45.000]From morning to the black of night
[00:49.000]This is my call I belong to you
[00:53.500]This is my call to sing the melodies of you
[00:58.500]This is my call I can do nothing else
[01:05.000]I can do nothing else
[01:16.000]You're the scent of an unfound bloom
[01:20.000]A simple tune I only write variations
[01:27.500]A drink that will knock me down on the floor
[01:32.000]A key that will unlock the door
[01:35.500]Where I hear a voice sing familiar themes
[01:40.500]Then beckons me weave notes in between
[01:45.500]A bow and a string, a tap and a glass
[01:51.500]You pour me till the day has passed
[01:55.500]This is my call I belong to you
[02:00.000]This is my call to sing the melodies of you
[02:05.000]This is my call I can do nothing else
[02:11.000]I can do nothing else
[02:40.000]This is my call I belong to you
[02:45.000]This is my call to sing the melodies of you
[02:50.000]This is my call I can do nothing else
[02:56.500]I can do nothing else
[02:59.500]This is my call I belong to you
[03:04.500]This is my call to sing the melodies of you
[03:09.000]This is my call I can do nothing else
[03:16.000]I can do nothing else