[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