Browne Jackson The Painter Lyrics

The Painter Lyrics

We see him dancing in the morning

 Stars depart the yawning sky

 He'll take the hour that is passing

 And leave it in his lover's eye

 And if you want he'll make it seem

 As though you're walking in his dream

 A mystic sea

 

 We hear him laughing in the shadows

 As he smuggles in the sand

 He's found another kind of color

 In the magic he has donned

 And if you want he'll take the time

 To ask the sun and moon to rhyme

 And then combine

 He draws no lines between what he's imagining