One day I'll be an artist, I will rise up with the dawn
Mix colours for my canvas through the silence of the morning
In painter's light
In the quiet there, a fishing boat will gently breathe
In its colours, and reflect across the sky-filled seam
In painter's light
I don't know what it is that's kept me from it all this time
Best way to kill the thing you love is if you never even try
But I won't let my love die
When I was but a boy, I fell in love with how the hand
With just a pencil could create a flower, a face, a country landscape
And how an artist could wear his heart right on my sleeve
And I got lost in every line, until that boy became a man
My childhood dreams of exhibitions somehow stayed a secret plan
And you know, yourself, my friends, what life can do with plans
This old game I'm in demands that I commit the perfect crime
Say, each man kills the thing he loves if you just give him enough time
But I won't kill mine
One day I'll be an artist, I will rise up with the dawn
