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 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
It's just a smudge



But what it becomes
In his hands:

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