The art of history, the essence of what's true
Like scenes of water, to paint what we see through
One day I'd like to paint a stream
The way it runs right through my dream
The sunlight carried on the spray
The steady flow through endless days
Painting water, the illusion of transparency
Pouring from the canvas, flowing through eternity
Is mine the blue stroke or the white
Or a trick of light
A mist of raindrops like tears that we might weep
Forever falling, returning to the deep
One day I'll paint the ocean's blues
The shifting waves, the subtle hues
Portray a world too large to see
Imagining the mystery
Painting water, the illusion of transparency
Pouring from the canvas, flowing through eternity
Is mine the blue stroke or the white
Or a trick of light
One day I'd like to paint the love
Flowing here through all of us
The way that water flows though time
The path that it finds
Painting water, the illusion of transparency
Pouring from the canvas, flowing through eternity
Is mine the blue stroke or the white
Or a trick of light