Within a frame, I can paint us two with different names
Within a frame, each day’s a summer day, (yeah, yeah)

(note, please don't sing along with this song unless you're willing to go the whole way and sing the "yeah, yeah"s)

Within a frame, where the hours stop to rearrange
Within a frame, only the colors change

In the softest brush of watercolor I draw you here with me,
though the only touch you’re feeling is the breeze
slipping through the edges of your mind
to vanish in the trees.

(solo)

(more solo)

If the strokes were wishes that could come true, I’d paint you here with me
In the colors run together we’d believe
that in the place where mourning never goes
there’s only you and me

Within a frame, where the fire dies and still the glow remains
Within a frame, we’ll always be the same
we’ll always be the same (repeat into fade)