No. 5 1948

I've been talking on the phone for hours and I Keep hearing the same damn voice But the words keep changing and I'm not sure How to keep track of you anymore I'm in love with you, no idea who I'm talking to I hope you turn me to a masterpiece, well Maybe that's a little masochistic of me Paintings on you never look the same As they did with paint covered on my Forget what I said, make your breathing even again Forget what I said, make your breathing even again I haven't felt real in weeks Turn the pain into passion before it takes you by the knees I've been flittering in and out of everything Of reality, of love of things, I can't recall my memory I hope you turn me to a masterpiece, well Maybe that's a little masochistic of me Paintings on you never look the same As they did with paint covered on my I hope you turn me to a masterpiece, well Maybe that's a little masochistic of me Paintings on you never look the same As when we called this love