Lost Art

M.L. Kortes

Once upon a time

Your hand upon my face

Was like a painter's brush upon his canvas

The colors that you made

Had beauty, depth and grace

What I'd give to feel again the way your hand was

Like a ruin in it's prime

A distant bell, a broken rhyme

We stand so close

We drift apart

With studied ease we try so hard

And it's a little late for magic

You won't find it 'round these parts

Lost art

It's a lost art

And we can't trade it in

Can't sell it at the fair

Can't find a better frame for this old artefact

I'm sorry if I seem

As if I just don't care

When natural beauty fades you can't just wish it back

Like a ruin that won't fall

A distant bell tries to recall

We stand so close

We drift apart

With studied ease we try so hard

And it's a little late for magic

To be hidden in these hearts

Lost art

It's a lost art

No one to blame it on

Lost art

And I can't cry anymore

Can't paint these skies blue

As years go by I am sure

I'll still be picturing you

And it's a little late for magic

That river doesn't run this far

Lost art

It's a lost art

No one to blame it on

Lost art

Misplaced affection

Lost art

We simply lost our touch

Lost art

c. Magda Lane Music/ASCAP