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

It´s the best mistake, he could make
And it´s my favorite 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
It´s just a smudge
But what it becomes
In his hand
Curving and sweeping
Rising and reaching
I could feel what he was feeling
Lines like these have got to be
An architect´s dream

It´s always the same

Whenever he works on a pavement
It starts to rain
And all the time
The light is changing