Still life
Paints the man
Pulls back the splendor
A canvas uncovered
Still life
Looks at his hands
Won't you title my portrait
'Cause I don't think I can

And I hope it's you tonight that I'm thinking of
And I'll assume that this is how it feels to be loved
Maybe I'm a mountain but I'm still not above this still life
Still life

Still life
Vanity style
I could have been someone
I should have stayed blind
Still life
Paints what he sees
Cuts out the memories
Of auld lang syne

And I wish to God you'd let an old painter sleep
I don't want another sign to make me believe
You can go to hell before you disrupt my dream of a still life
Still life