Lyrics: Kaeley Jade Wiebe
Music: Kaeley Jade Wiebe
I wish that I could draw your planes and angles
Crafted with simplicity and grace
But even Michelangelo could never capture all your best
To render you would only be a waste
I see Monet in the haze of your soft, sleeping face
Picasso in the wildness of your hair
But even Rembrandt’s shades don’t match the umber in your eyes
Or the way the sun sets them ablaze
You move, you move me
Move, you move me
If only you could see inside
This heart of mine, wish I could find
A proper way to illustrate just
How I adore you
If I could, I’d sketch you out in charcoal
So pallor plays with shadow on the page
Maybe then I’d capture all your steadiness and ease
Your gentleness, and your tender, loving gaze
You’d be the star of any installation, oh
Like Mona, folks would fight to glimpse your face
But you’re better than the MoMA, dear, and you’re greater than the Louvre
You’re priceless in a way that can’t be named
You move, you move me
Move, you move me
If only you could see inside
This heart of mine, wish I could find
A proper way to illustrate just
How I adore you
Mm
Mm
I am not an artist, dear, not when it comes to you
Brushes, pens, they wilt inside my hand
Ten thousand hours for mastery, but even then, it wouldn’t do
So instead, I wrote this letter, all for you