Song Description

An artist creates paintings with his fingers on canvas and creates sculptures

Lyrics

I'm drawing lines
I'm drawing lines on paper
They start to look like smoke
I see them turn to vapor
They go right off the page
And seep into my mind
And when I sleep at night
A constant stream of lines
A constant stream of lines

Now I'm painting
Now I'm painting pictures
But I don't use a brush
I do it with my fingers
I like the feel of canvas
I like to touch my paint
I'm painting burning buildings
I'm painting burning buildings
I'm painting burning buildings

I try my hand
I try my hand at sculpture
I take a lump of clay
I turn it into something
It stands all by itself
A monument to culture
I stand beside myself
And still I'm next to nothing
And still I'm next to nothing