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
And 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