I saw a canvas in a dream
It was coloured with an expreesive stream
Of flaming novas and comet's gleam
From an unknown place
Merged inside a golden frame
There were mystic sky-scapes aflame
Heading for stellar fame
In the hole of space
I held a brush in my hand
It glittered like a wizards wand
I stroke the shining canvas abd
The images came to life
Another stroke, another flare
My soul was spellbound by the glare
I was given pictures from a secret lair
In nuances rife
I'm painting without colours
Instead I'm using the flare of stars
and the imagery
becomes fiery
Brighter then the glow of mars
I'm painting without colours
Instead I'm using the flare of stars
Covering my inner wounds and scars
I keep a mystery, in my gallery
A thousand paintings made of stars
Waterclime - Painting Without Colours Lyrics
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I saw a canvas in a dream
It was coloured with an expreesive stream
Of flaming novas and comet's gleam
From an unknown place
Merged inside a golden frame
There were mystic sky-scapes aflame
Heading for stellar fame
In the hole of space
I held a brush in my hand
It glittered like a wizards wand
I stroke the shining canvas abd
The images came to life
Another stroke, another flare
My soul was spellbound by the glare
I was given pictures from a secret lair
In nuances rife
I'm painting without colours
Instead I'm using the flare of stars
and the imagery
becomes fiery
Brighter then the glow of mars
I'm painting without colours
Instead I'm using the flare of stars
Covering my inner wounds and scars
I keep a mystery, in my gallery
A thousand paintings made of stars
It was coloured with an expreesive stream
Of flaming novas and comet's gleam
From an unknown place
Merged inside a golden frame
There were mystic sky-scapes aflame
Heading for stellar fame
In the hole of space
I held a brush in my hand
It glittered like a wizards wand
I stroke the shining canvas abd
The images came to life
Another stroke, another flare
My soul was spellbound by the glare
I was given pictures from a secret lair
In nuances rife
I'm painting without colours
Instead I'm using the flare of stars
and the imagery
becomes fiery
Brighter then the glow of mars
I'm painting without colours
Instead I'm using the flare of stars
Covering my inner wounds and scars
I keep a mystery, in my gallery
A thousand paintings made of stars