Lyrics

If I can lighten the browns in the sand And rub it right into where the sky's reaching down So it's like the edge of a mirror But this blue needs to be darker, much darker Maybe if I can just blend it a bit Yes, that might do it Almost like that 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 Just a smudge But what it becomes In his hands Curving and sweeping Rising and reaching I could feel what he was feeling (watching the painter painting) Lines like these have got to be An architect's dream It's always the same Whenever he works on a pavement (Watching the painter painting) It starts to rain And all the time the light is changing
Writer(s): Kate Bush Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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