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 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

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