I took a picture of the moon
You couldn't see what i saw, her splendor in full bloom
The shadows on her face, her peachy cream allure
The warm summer breeze blowing through all demure
You couldn't tell i felt she knew me to the core
cn old story-keeper, of every lover I've adored
c dance of elegance across a lonely stretch of night
I'm pretty sure that you just saw a fuzzy yellow light

I drew a portrait of the muse
Poised under a waterfall in every shade of blue
But all you saw were colored lines, the contours of her thighs
The way i tried to blend the hues to show how the mists rise
You couldn't feel the water pound against the rock
Or how the smell of wet stone made me feel things id forgot
Or how the faces in the canyon echoed her decent
You could only see the markings
Of my novice pen

I wrote a love song for you
To tell you what you meant
But all you heard was the tune
You couldn't feel the heat of stars colliding in my bones
The wakening of wonder in the wildlight of my tones
You couldn't hear how my heart was breaking free
To feel for once the nuances of longings sweet decree
cnd how a hopeless love blazed in me for you like a dying star
cll you heard were the words
The strum of my guitar

I took a picture of the moon
I drew a portrait of the muse
I wrote a love song for you
But all you heard
cll you heard
Was the music