Unattainable

The smell of ink on your hands is driving me crazy

Are you the artist at all, or are you the work of art?

I watch along the periphery as you transfer your mind to your page

But you are in your own world of which I am not a part

If only you would study my face the way you study your paper

If only you would hold my fingers the way you hold your pen

If only I could say the words but they died on my lips again

You're beautiful, my beloved, and unattainable

If God put men in a gallery, then you'd be His finest work

Archangel profile and eyes that look onward for centuries

Charming and terrible, strange and sweet, I find myself pulled into orbit

Perfection that burns me alive and pushes me to knees

If only you would study my face the way you study your paper

If only you would hold my fingers the way you hold your pen

If only I could say the words but they died on my lips again

You're beautiful, my beloved, and unattainable

Sometimes I find myself dreaming of winning your love for me

Your skin brushes mine but the distance between us is measureless

I'm too preoccupied by your voice to make sense of the words that you're saying

I'd give you my heart and my soul and my life at your first request

Baby, I have so little invested in living

My cynical soul can't bring itself to believe

But when I'm with you I see beauty and passion and purpose in staying alive

I'm addicted to you, so kiss me until I can't breathe

If only you would study my face the way you study your paper

If only you would hold my fingers the way you hold your pen

If only I could say the words but they died on my lips again

You're beautiful, my beloved, and unattainable