Emma Songtext
von Maz O’Connor

Wasn′t it you who painted me in blue?
Landscapes in your eyes, high as the skies
And painting what the night told you to
Too crude, you said, to paint me all in red
A momentary muse, to be moved, to be used
And left unmade in bed


I could have been a picture in green
Carnations in my hair, cleaned of every care
And freed from every sorrow I've seen
I should have glowed in oranges and yellows
Bold and bright, a warming sight
For all the friends at your show

They will offer silver, they will offer gold
Just for a glimpse, just for a hold
Of the girl inside the frame
The girl inside the paint
But you won′t let them touch me
You'll hold my shadow close
Then hang me somewhere no one else knows
The muse you moved the most
The muse you used the most
The muse you hold too close

Wasn't it you who painted me in blue?