Watching the painter painting And all the time, the light is changing And he keeps painting That bit there, it was an accident But he's so pleased It's the best mistake, he could make And it's my favorite piece It's just great
The flick of a wrist Twisting down to the hips So the lovers begin, with a kiss In a tryst It's just a smudge But what it becomes In his hands Curving and sweeping Rising and reaching I could feel what he was feeling Lines like these have got to be An architect's dream
It's always the same Whenever he works on a pavement It starts to rain And all the time The light is changing
Writer/s: KATE BUSH
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Supratad from Middlesbrough, United KingdomI feel this song is about the conception / birth of her son Bertie and the miracle of birth. By comparing the apparent ease with which an artist can create forms by just a flick of his wrist, with the immense detail and longwinded elaborateness of an architect describe their "forms" by way of detaield drawings and schedules, I feel she is drawing a parallel with the conception of a child by the act of making love, the simple creation of a life compared to the huge lengths one would have to go to, to scientifically describe that life, perhaps by way of DNA coding. The song appears to be about the joy of the moment they concieve, as a couple. That's how I see it (as an architect), please feel free to shoot it down like a pompous zeppelin.