Moving Canvas⁣ Paul Weller

The moving canvas prowls again
Stalking like a midnight king
On the hunt for something
Or someone

You better hope someone's not you
His pale blue eyes will set on you
And you'll meet his gaze
And then you'll turn to stone

This moving canvas is well worn
His body broken and battle-scarred
This triumph comes at such a cost
For every gain there's so much lost

Upon himself he paints a scene
But the picture that you see
Is the one of your design
It's the one you wanna be
Just like him
So wild and so free

This moving canvas is well worn
His body brokеn and battle-scarred
This triumph comes at such a cost
For еvery gain there's so much lost