Painting by Numbers

from by Adam Levy

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Well, I made up the bed the way that she likes it
And I polished the floor 'til it shines so bright
Then I oiled the gears in the grandfather clock
And I put on my best suit of blue and green

Well, I bought her a pair of pearl earrings
She sat by the mirror for half of the night
Then she went into town to meet up with an old friend
If she ever said "thank you," it wasn’t to me

They'd all call my name from the sidewalk café
"There goes the Rembrandt of Sullivan Street."
Then I lost my touch and I miss it so much
It haunts me in my slumber
Look all around me from floor to ceiling
The work that I've done, it can speak for itself
It’s the work of a man with a master's hand
But tonight I'm just painting by numbers

You can put all your eggs in one basket
You can hope for the light to hit them just right
But the light can play tricks on the eyes of a lover
Who only sees what he wants to see

They'd all call my name from the sidewalk café
"There goes the Rembrandt of Sullivan Street."
Then I lost my touch and I miss it so much
It haunts me in my slumber
Look all around me from floor to ceiling
The work that I've done, it can speak for itself
It’s the work of a man with a master's hand
But tonight I'm just painting by numbers
Yeah, tonight I'm just painting by numbers

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from The Heart Collector, released February 14, 2011

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