The Artist

Come to a place where black is the colour

Under Vincent’s starry night

Light cascades into pastel and charcoal

With bright eyes on a Moscow night

 

This is your place

This is your space

Where Suburbia

Meets Utopia

 

The painter does paint and the evening cries

The dawn is surely coming

The broken road leads to St Petersburg

And the sky is softly humming

 

This is your place

This is your space

Where Suburbia

Meets Utopia

 

Elena she waits with baited breath

Her canvas is an open door

Colour it paints a camera that sings

From the ceiling to the wooden floor

 

This is your place

This is your space

Where Suburbia

Meets Utopia

 

So dance in the snow laden moonlight

Amid sketches of shadowy grey

The burning chair beholds an impression

Where the Pet Shop boys do play

 

This is your place

This is your space

Where Suburbia

Meets Utopia

 

It’s bitterly cold and the frost hangs still

Under the pale sun of the winter weather

The evening light sighs and the steely skies

Light spoken images for ever and ever

 

This is your place

This is your space

Where Suburbia

Meets Utopia