PALETTE OF DREAMS

Words and music, Roger Coghill


Verse 1

We only come together on the canvas,

The paint tin’s manufacturer and I.

He fabricates the paint which give the colours

I blend to bring emotion to the eye.

Tell me, what’s titanium dioxide

To a soul aspiring to be free?

Can you call white paint an empty canvas

Where there’s nothing there for one to see?


Chorus

Under bridges life is flowing

Art is shorter than it seems.

Other hues are gently glowing

On the palette of my dreams


Verse 2

I know the frame is empty, yet beyond it

I see visions of my future clear to view.

I sense those hidden colours of my passions,

Those incandescent hopes for me and you.

Alas I cannot see inside the paint tin,

And even when I shake it there’s no sound.

Could it be that there is nothing, it is empty,

The contents long ago spilled on the ground?



Verse 3

For the paint tin’s lid is glued so tightly

With a glue too tough to prise apart.

Yet somehow I can sense what’s really in there:

Inside that tin is your unfeeling heart.

So should I persevere to make it open

When you have closed the paint tin’s lid so tight.

And call to you that all the world around us

Beckons “Let your colours see the light”.


Chorus

Under bridges life is flowing

Art is shorter than it seems.

Other hues are gently glowing

On the palette of my dreams.



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