Art These Days

I see her close and she does rhyme With everything I have in mind Glory is her curves and lines Euphoric volume drawing sighs

I’m the painter brushes clean Relive her movements when I please When she returns I live the dream That’s art these days That’s art these days (oooooh) That’s art these days That’s art these days (oooooh)

And of course there’s time travel Conjuring up her younger days Though I wasn’t with her then I recreate her frame by frame