When Canvas Starts To Burn

We can't deny the signs

clearly showing the times are changing

Floods rise and comets fly

Is this the end? Is judgment nigh?

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

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

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