Summer Painter - Bill Callahan

You can paint these wings and make me fly. (Repeated throughout) Crush coming over like the R.E.M kind Orange in the colour like Blackpool on the sunrise

If I were a painter I would paint my reverie If that's the only way for you to be with me We'd be there together Just like we used to be Underneath the swirling skies for all to see And I'm dreaming of a place Where I could see your face And I think my brush would take me there But only If I were a painter And could paint a memory I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you And I'm dreaming of a place Where I could see your face And I think my brush would take me there But only If I were a painter And could paint a memory I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you I'd climb inside the skies to be with you

If I were a painter I would paint my reverie If that's the only way for you to be with me We'd be there together Just like we used to be Underneath the swirling skies for all to see And I'm dreaming of a place Where I could see your face And I think my brush would take me there But only If I were a painter And could paint a memory I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you And I'm dreaming of a place Where I could see your face And I think my brush would take me there Would only If I were a painter And could paint a memory I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you I'd climb inside the skies to be with you

There's sap in the trees if you tap 'em There's blood on the seas if you map 'em Christian, if you see your papa Tell him I love him He taught me to love in the wild And fight in the gym He taught me the bottle gives birth to the cup And you won't get hurt if you just keep your hands up And stand tall Like sycamores Like sycamores Like sycamores Sycamore got to grow down to grow up Young roots toil the soil like baby's first cup And when they bend you in two And say too green for the fire When all you want to do is be a part of the fire All you want to do is be the fire part of fire Like sycamores Like sycamores Like sycamores There's sap in the trees if you tap 'em There's blood on the seas if you map 'em Christian, when I see your papa I'll tell him you love him And remember to love in the wild And fight in the gym Remember the bottle gives birth to the cup And you won't get hurt if you just keep your hands up And stand tall Like sycamores Like sycamores Like sycamores