Brush strokes on those sunny days Vibrance fills the midday haze Branches sway and rivers flow Will he ever get to know The beauty locked inside his head Different shades of bloody red A tapestry of life's great loss A waste that pays the cost The artist in his solitude Escapes another day Light and shade is all he has No words he needs to say He paints it all He doesn't fall Creates a life But Ain't no faces on the wall No No faces on the wall Finished work and some undone Sudden thoughts and then they're gone Empty canvas paint to spare Staring blankly from his chair A mind so full Of colours new Scenes of life In morning dew He strokes to start But can't begin Thinks his painting is his sin He paints it all He doesn't fall Creates a life But Ain't no faces on the wall No, no No faces on the wall Works on through The day and night A master of his mindless plight Another frown upon his brow Has he forgotten how Ooh Ooh And then The memory of her pretty face Is held within his warm embrace Strokes in time remember all Her face now on the wall He paints it all Won't never fall He sees her eyes And the painter cries Yeah The painter cries Now he sees her eyes
