If I can lighten the browns and the sand
And rub it right into where the sky's reaching down
So it's, like the edge of a mirror
But this blue needs to be darker, much darker
Maybe if I can just blend it a bit
Yes, that might do it, almost like that

Watching the painter painting
And all the time, the light is changing
And he keeps painting

That bit there
It was an accident
But he's so pleased
Mm, it's the best mistake he could make
And it's my favourite piece, it's just great

The flick of a wrist twisting down to the hips
So the lovers begin
With a kiss in a tryst
Just a smudge
But what it becomes in his hands

Curving and sweeping
Rising and reaching
I could feel what he was feeling
Watching the painter painting
And lines like these have got to be
An architect's dream

It's always the same
Whenever he works on a pavement
Watching the painter painting
It starts to rain
And all the time the light is changing