The Tour Guide

He was talking about the folds

Within some linen sheets

Just how lifelike they appeared

How he could not compete

And she looked at him

While he looked at the painting

By Cezanne

He was talking about his soul

If he could take the plunge

But the passion had disappeared

Life had drained him like a sponge

And she looked at him

While he looked at the painting

By Cezanne

Smaller than a shadow

She felt like a boring color

He would never use

But she would choose to be

Really almost anything

If she could be his muse

Then he took her to the Lovers

Their faces wrapped up in white

Then she said that could be us

But he had plans tonight

And she looked at him

While he looked at the painting

By Magritte

Then she moved to the foreground

And told him that she could be

Any color that he could choose

But he walked to some family

And she looked at them

While they looked at the painting

By Seurat

Smaller than a shadow

She felt like a boring color

He would never use

But she would choose to be

Really almost anything

If she could be his muse

Smaller than a shadow

She felt like a boring color

He would never use

But she would choose to be

Really almost anything

If she could be his muse

Choose to be

Really almost anything