Lyrics

[Intro: Rolf Harris/Bertie McIntosh] "If I can lighten the browns and 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" [Verse 1: Kate Bush] Watching the painter painting And all the time, the light is changing And he keeps painting [Verse 2: Kate Bush] That bit there It was an accident But he's so pleased Mmm, it's the best mistake he could make And it's my favourite piece, it's just great [Verse 3: Kate Bush] 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 [Bridge: Kate Bush] Curving and sweeping Rising and reaching I could feel what he was feeling Watching the painter painting And lines like these have got to be An architect's dream [Verse 4: Kate Bush] 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