Paint Saint what does it matter
The brush marks and colors you splatter
Singing your praise well it's all just blather
Everything lost and everything gathered
Cacophony
Sounds from the street
A rendezvous so discreet
And her perfume oh so sweet
Your lover can't wait to meet
No regret
It's not done yet
But don't you bet
On what you get
The birds of spring
Don't know anything
The birds of spring
One with everything
Paint on the floor paint on the door
The paint you mix the paint you pour
And all the wine and turpentine
Carelessly spilled across the floor
The eye blinks the mouse dashes
Fluttering flames engulf eyelashes
Exploding imploding window flashes
Nothing waves as something passes
The eye blinks the mouse dashes
Fluttering flames engulf eyelashes
Exploding imploding window flashes
Nothing waves as something passes
Cacophony sounds from the street
A rendezvous so discreet
And her perfume oh so sweet
Your lover you will never meet
No regret
It's not done yet
But don't you bet
On what you get
Your lover cries
And asks why
Winter lies
Autumn dies