Pre-Raphaelite Lyrics – Paris Paloma

Read the complete Pre-Raphaelite Lyrics by Paris Paloma from the album The Fatal Flaw along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Paris Paloma’s music, you can also explore Pyrrhus (You go where I cannot) and Silhouette on the Hill, two other songs by Paris Paloma.

She looked like a painting
By a Pre-Raphaelite
With red hair cascading
Past her sloping sad eyes
If Rossetti could have seen her
How he would have cried
And he didn’t have a love like mine

I get the feeling
That when it’s dark she glows
It’s in her nature
Not any kind of show

She’s in a painting
And I’m out of it
And I made things
And she’s made out of it
She’s made out of it (Out of it)
She’s made out of it (Out of it)
She’s made out of it
I once watched as we sat by the stream
Her blood like pink magnolia
Straight from the tree
Without a care in the world
I thought that (??)
So nonchalant speaking to me
There was a time I was certain and I was sure
She grew straight from the earth on a pedastal
But here in the dirt I know her better, I know her more
And I’d be subject to her laughter
If she ever did know those things she’d be after
And too much gets sewn and she is a patchwork
And how I enjoy the (??)

I get the feeling
That when it’s dark she glows
It’s in her nature
Not any kind of show

She’s in a painting
And I’m out of it
And I made things
And she’s made out of it
She’s made out of it (Out of it)
She’s made out of it (Out of it)
She’s made out of it

Auburn hair tucked
Into the neck of her father’s blue cable-knit
Fisherman vest
So when I tuck my locks
Into the collar of my shirt
From time to time
I think of her