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.