Just me and the brush
In a small room near the roof
Believe in Eloise
We're searching for the proof
The invisible
No one else believes
Color and shape escape
When it comes to Eloise
For a moment she's so clear
But it all disappears
The muscles in the hand
Don't seem to understand
The lovely face of Eloise
And so I take a drink
And spray the paint on the wall
A portrait of me by the phone named
Eloise please call
And I hear a whisper
I turn but I've missed her
The muscles in the hand
Don't seem to understand
The lovely face of Eloise
And a million other boys
With brushes just like mine
Are searching in the paint
For the perfect rhyme
A song that I can't sing
The strangest dream