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