The moving canvas prowls again
Stalking like a midnight king
On the hunt for something
Or someone

You better hope someone´s not you
His pale blue eyes will set on you
And you´ll meet his gaze
And then you´ll turn to stone

This moving canvas is well worn
His body broken and battle-scarred
This triumph comes at such a cost
For every gain there´s so much lost

Upon himself he paints a scene
But the picture that you see
Is the one of your design
It´s the one you wanna be
Just like him
So wild and so free

This moving canvas is well worn

His body broken and battle-scarred
This triumph comes at such a cost
For every gain there´s so much lost

Upon himself he paints a dream
But the picture that you see
Is the one of your design
It´s the one you´d really be
Ah, just like him
So wild and so free

The moving canvas is with us now
The silver surfers in the crowd
His ju-ju eyes will set on you
Flashing smiles
He knows he´s good
He knows he´s good
He knows he´s good, good

He knows he´s good, good
He knows he´s good, good
He knows he´s good
He knows he´s good