Painter Songtext
von Frida Hyvönen

I′m neither a painter nor a songwriter
There's a portrait of you waiting inside me
And it′s calling me now
And it's drowning out the music (—ic, music)

(Ah, ah) I was thinking about the hours (ah-ah)
Many hours at the piano, all year long
All the impressions I carry around
And so little that came out in song (—ong, song)

Customer service, it's me again (ah-ah-ah)
Did I get all that′s included in the plan? (Ah-ah)
Customer service, it′s me again (Oh-oh)
Did I get all that's included?


I am waiting for an icon
A beautiful object touched by light
And then moves in its own right
To take off from my chest and release me (e-e-e)
(E-e-e)
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ha-ha
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ha-ha

Ba-da-ba-da-pa
Ba-ba-da-da-ba-ba-pa (ah-ah-ah-ah)
Ba-da-pa-pa

Am I really a songwriter or just a woman
(Just a woman)
With a weakness for having a good time (having a good time)
A weakness for laughter, a weakness for light
A weakness for the sensual life, yeah
(A-a-a) Yeah, yeah

I cancel my subscription
To the myth
To the myth
I cancel my subscription, oh
To the myth
To the myth
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)


I′m neither a painter nor a songwriter
There's a portrait of you waiting inside me
And it′s calling me now
And it's drowning out the music (—usic, music)