The Artist
Lyrics by Toggi

They’ve hung my paintings in Paris, New York and Rome
I chased my dreams but my heart remained at home

But every line I ever drew
Was dedicated to you

I’ve had my share of good fortune and sweet success
It doesn’t mean that I missed you any less

But every line I ever drew
Was dedicated to you

Oh my failing eyes
What am I worth when my talent dies?
Oh but then all my art
Could never fill my lonely heart

I have a house and a family, but all the same
In my sleep I - just sometimes - say your name

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