when we paint our masterpiece

I've got colours in my head, and all I want
is for you to sort them out. There are paintbrushes in
that corner, and I give you my mind,
a blank canvas, a stretched-out-washed-out
bit of paper, because I'm hoping you'll draw me
All the love in the world.

My watch isn't showing a time, and there isn't
a clock on the wall (I took it down
when you said we were out of time). So
I'm here now and you,
you might as well be Picasso. All we need
is a bit of world.