You paint your picture quickly
Not guided by the hour
Instinctively believe it

While I work at it for hours

You hope that it comes quickly

And you hope that it will dazzle
Your mind is not on reaching
The games the road you travel


I'm silent like a shadow
My lovelight tenders embers

The blank pages lying fallow
Are for love songs of tomorrow


We travel all so closely
Revolution choice of weapon
All looking for our future

While we moan below our curfew

So I'll take you to the country

With a picnic full of treasure's
Disguised and blinded slightly
Playing games for pleasures only


Where we'll paint our picture slowly
Not guided by the hour

And leave the gates wide open
For all the other lovers