Last Opus - Elizabeth & the Catapult

Like an ancient painting past its prime

You’re the only picture in my mind

And you’re sleeping so peacefully

In a far-off world where you were mine

And in the quiet hours of the dark

There’s a statue of you in my yard

Made of pinecones and a honeydew

I’ll spend a lifetime resurrecting you

And you’re the opus I’m never to write again

Never to finish in the end

And you’re the masterpiece lost inside my head

Never to sound

Never to sound again

And I have tried to paint your eyes once more

But I can never capture their true form

Still I see you and I feel you

'Til my paintbrush splatters to the floor

And you’re the opus I’m never to write again

Never to finish in the end

You’re the masterpiece lost inside my head

Never to sound

Never to sound again