An Architecst Dream Paroles

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
It's just a smudge

But what it becomes

In his hands:

Curving and sweeping

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