painted from memory

Burt Bacharach

Such a picture of loveliness
Didn't you notice the difference?
Doesn't it look like she could speak?
Those eyes I try to capture
They are lost to me forever
They smile for someone else
Funny, how looks can be deceiving
But she's not easily painted from memory
You'd think that I would know by now
Those eyes I try to capture
They are lost to me forever
They smile for someone else
And so this had to be painted from memory
She is gone and I must accept it
She is lost to me now
But I can't look away just yet though
She smiles for someone else
And so this had to be painted from memory
Funny, now I can see how looks can be deceiving