Texty: Kate Bush. Aerial. An Architect's Dream.

Watching the painter painting
And all the time, the light is changing
And he keeps painting that bit there
It was an accident

But he?s so pleased
It?s the best mistake he could make
And it?s my favorite piece, it?s just great
The flick of a wrist twisting down to the hips

So the lovers begin with a kiss
In a tryst
It?s just a smudge
But what it becomes in his hands

Curving and sweeping, rising and reaching
I could feel what he was feeling
Lines like these have got to be
An architect?s dream

It?s always the same
Whenever he works on a pavement
It starts to rain
And all the time, the light is changing