Art Collector

(альбом: Mother Tongue - 2022)

The way your face looked right before
You said you love me for the first time
A cello playing in the metro making me cry
Appalachia in October, a perfect v of birds fly over
Dad giving a wedding speech, a wheezy laugh, a juicy peach

They say that I can't take it with me when I go
So, I got all these moments to decorate my soul

All that beauty hangs in a gallery in my mind
With the memories worth more than anything I could buy
I'm not rich, I'm no investor
But honey, I'm an art collector

Lavender fields in the window of the train
Through southern France
Fireflies in late July, just watching them dance
Get to hold a friend's new baby
Mashed potatoes, extra gravy
Taking risks when I'm afraid
Peonies and holidays

They say that I can't take it with me when I go
So, I got all these moments to decorate my soul

All that beauty hangs in a gallery in my mind
With the memories worth more than anything I could buy
I'm not rich, I'm no investor
But honey, I'm an art collector

And when I'm lying in bed
And I can't sleep for nothing
I just go back in my head
To find a beautiful something
When I'm sad and alone
I know just where it goes

All that beauty hangs in a gallery in my mind
With the memories worth more than anything I could buy
I'm not rich, I'm no investor
But honey, I'm an art collector
But honey, I'm an art collector
But honey, I'm an art collector