O, if I had a grand piano I would play a song for you A song to make you wonder like you've never done before With words to make the poets sing And worship at the gate for you But all I have are words that rhyme and they've all been Sung before O, and if I had the painters eye I'd reach behind the mask you show And put it on a canvas that the world might see and sigh And I'd show just what you feel inside You think no-one must ever know But I can't paint a picture anymore than I can fly You wear a wall around you And I cannot break it down But heaven is around you And you wear it like a crown Though I may not be a poet With words to sing a song for you I have wonders of my own to make your senses spin And though l may not be Picasso I'll colour every day for you Open up your window and let this poor boy in