my little boy kneelin' by his bed
hands folded
sayin' his prayers. talkin' to god
man to man: he don't know that i'm there. that's a picture i'd like to frame. that's a picture only god can paint. that's the kind of beauty no camera can capture: that's a picture. my daughter sittin' in her high chair
ravioli all over her face. i stand an' stare at her innocence: i don't see the mess that she made. that's a picture i'd like to frame. that's a picture only god can paint. that's the kind of beauty no camera can capture: yeah
that's a picture. i've seen snapshots of sunsets that take everyone's breath
an postcards of paris in the spring. no paper or canvass compares what happens
to my heart in moments like these. my perfect angel
her hair all up
blastin' at her radio. she'd a-died if she knew i saw her
dancin' while she folded the clothes. that's a picture i'd like to frame. that's a picture only god can paint. that's the kind of beauty no camera can capture: yeah
that's a picture. oh
what a picture. that's a picture.