Lyrics: Matt Dahan/Kelly Lynne D’Angelo
Music: Matt Dahan/Kelly Lynne D'angelo
He walks to the fields
Sets down a chair
He paints "The Sower"
Although no one's there
Brush in his hand
Fire in his eyes
One of these days, the harvest will rise
He's taking every school of thought
Putting them in melting pots
And creating something not ever seen
But he hasn't sold a thing
His canvases are kindling
Something 'bout his colouring makes my eyes sore
Much too messy
Seems so desperate
Doesn't impress me
For a new world to begin
The old one must fall
Don't any of you think
There is something after all
There is something after all
He works through the night(Turn the night into day)
Shows no restraint(For a new world to begin)
Planting grain(The old one must fall)
With every canvas he paints
Is there something after all（Touching the sky）
This promotion's killing me
Take a day off from Paris
We can catch the last train that leaves tonight
I have so much work to do
But I can't say no to you
You are the one thing going right
You have given me your drive
You make me feel alive
Now all of my senses ignite
You are living art
Your sunshine's on my heart
Turning the dark into light
I want a life full of riches
And not in the classic sort of way
A new foundation for creation
Building our own constellation
That brings a sort of brighter day
Every moment with the intent
To find...
I love you
Enlightenment
Red, orange, blue, gold, and green
Painting the world you dream
There's so much more to learn（He works through the night）
Turn the night into day(There's so much more to be)
Shows no restraint(For a new world to begin)
Planting grain(Always shine and redefine our humanity)
With every canvas he paints （Is there something after all）
Outstretched hands(After all)
Open his eyes
Seasons will change
The harvest will rise
And everyone knows
You reap what you sow