Angelic fingers scribble in margins
Paint in the mud at the edge of the motorway
Nobody knows Leonardo had been there
He's left Mona Lisa alone in the rain

Tidy up all the smudges and bury the dirt
You won't know what you've done!
You'll mop up the dreaming and wipe me away

See in this mirror my funny reflection
Someone has drawn in the dust where I'm peering out
Beautiful patterns that dream in the glass
Beautiful patterns that play by the motorway

Brush off all the cobwebs and polish the glass
You won't know you've done!
You'll mop up the dreaming and wipe me away