So I see their easels at the water from the window
I know his is not - as is never - with them
Seven years I've watched them sadly, watching with them, understanding

Joan, my head hurts, my head hurts
Joan, I must close the curtain

They will come back in the evening
“See the way the sky is changing
Can you see the colours, ” he would say to me
Well of course I see the colours
Sea is silver, red and white and

No! You don't look! You don't see!
No, you don't look, you don't see

In the squares of sun
Slanted on the floor
Slanted over my feet
Joan

This is how he painted me
A halo round me - like Our Lady
Bathed his brush in sun
And blurred my faults away

Joan, the sunlight, the sunlight
Joan, I must close the curtains
Joan
Mm, ah, ah
Mm, ah, ah
Mm, ah, ah