This is one of the best songs from their latest album in my opinion. And actually
it is my first contribution into Ultimate-guitar.com. I'm not quite sure they play
this song this way but it ain't too bad. Anyway, if you have better version you
are welcome with your comments and alterations:)
I f[C]eel just like Pi[G]casso
And y[Am]ou're my ma[F]sterpiece
I p[C]ainted you a l[G]ifetime
Now what's [Am]left are memor[F]ies
Oooh
S[C]unlight's in the c[G]urtains
D[Am]iamonds in the tr[F]ees
I g[C]ave you colors b[G]lue and gold
As you [Am]lay upon the sh[F]eets
[F]Something so fam[E]iliar dr[Am]awn from this blank [C]page
[F]Every line f[E]rom my hand takes me [Am]back to what I can't e[C]rase
No m[F]atter how I tr[E]y, no [Am]matter what I [C]do
I'm s[F]till painting p[G]ictures of [C]you
I could almost smell your perfume
In each brush stroke of the flowers
I left you tea from China
Waiting in your sacred tower
Something so familiar drawn from this blank page
Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase
No matter how I try, no matter what I do
I'm still painting pictures of you
[F]If I should go c[G]razy, [E]if I would go b[Am]lind
[F]I'd still fill the c[G]anvas from the p[E]ictures in my m[Am]ind
If t[F]hat's the only w[G]ay to make you [E]mine
It was something so familiar
Drawn from this blank page
Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase
No matter how I try, no matter what I do
I'm still painting pictures, I'm always painting pictures
Still painting pictures of you
it is my first contribution into Ultimate-guitar.com. I'm not quite sure they play
this song this way but it ain't too bad. Anyway, if you have better version you
are welcome with your comments and alterations:)
I f[C]eel just like Pi[G]casso
And y[Am]ou're my ma[F]sterpiece
I p[C]ainted you a l[G]ifetime
Now what's [Am]left are memor[F]ies
Oooh
S[C]unlight's in the c[G]urtains
D[Am]iamonds in the tr[F]ees
I g[C]ave you colors b[G]lue and gold
As you [Am]lay upon the sh[F]eets
[F]Something so fam[E]iliar dr[Am]awn from this blank [C]page
[F]Every line f[E]rom my hand takes me [Am]back to what I can't e[C]rase
No m[F]atter how I tr[E]y, no [Am]matter what I [C]do
I'm s[F]till painting p[G]ictures of [C]you
I could almost smell your perfume
In each brush stroke of the flowers
I left you tea from China
Waiting in your sacred tower
Something so familiar drawn from this blank page
Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase
No matter how I try, no matter what I do
I'm still painting pictures of you
[F]If I should go c[G]razy, [E]if I would go b[Am]lind
[F]I'd still fill the c[G]anvas from the p[E]ictures in my m[Am]ind
If t[F]hat's the only w[G]ay to make you [E]mine
It was something so familiar
Drawn from this blank page
Every line from my hand takes me back to what I can't erase
No matter how I try, no matter what I do
I'm still painting pictures, I'm always painting pictures
Still painting pictures of you
