Lyrics

SECRET TATTOO

Can you draw me a picture of a heart,
darker than the backroads where young lovers go to park,
where evening breeze blows warmly like a promise of July,
and fireflies adorn the lawn, a thousand hopeful sparks?
Help me to recall when we could not be kept apart.
Can you draw me a picture of a heart?

Can you sketch me the blossom of a rose,
that opened when we first believed this passion would not fade,
before I picked those wild flowers found on every hill?
They all grow in sun, roses love the shade.
How could I have known you'd be the only one of those?
Can you sketch me the blossom of a rose?

It's the past that forms the lines and shapes,
our dreams fill them in,
all the roads we've traveled,
drawn deeper than the skin.
The way the light falls from your face
when you turn back to me,
paints a secret tattoo
that only you can see.

Can you render an old and splintered cross?
It should look hard and heavy like the one I made you bear.
Put it on the part of me I show to you alone,
where thunder speaks in tongues and lightning splits the air.
I will carry one for every precious minute that we've lost.
Can you render an old and splintered cross?



It's the past that forms the lines and shapes,
our dreams fill them in,
all the roads we've traveled,
drawn deeper than the skin.
The way the light falls from your face
when you turn back to me,
paints a secret tattoo
that only you can see.

Can you draw me a picture of a heart?