We can't deny the signs clearly showing the times are changing Floods rise and comets fly Is this the end? Is judgment night?
 
Drawing lines and colours true and fair I create a mirrored universe
 
I see the world through different eyes, That's the painter's soul and mind My hands are guided by a force Some would call divine A gifted man, but I know There is still so much to learn And in some dreams canvas starts to burn When I touch it
 
I've been to foreign lands In north and south where legends dwell But perfect harmony Remains a mystery, hidden well
 
Drawing lines and colours true and fair I create a mirrored universe
 
I see the world through different eyes, That's the painter's soul and mind My hands are guided by a force Some would call divine A gifted man, but I know There is still so much to learn And in some dreams canvas starts to burn When I touch it