There is a painting I'm working on It haunts my dreams when the day is gone In glaring sunlight it is there in my heart and mind Just simple orders again and again Lady in splendour wealthy man This one is special, far beyond any known kind I got a sensation that my creation in a quite disturbing way has come to life Determines direction, cries for perfection, there's no chance for me to stray day by day You're the sun in our skies and the mother of all (Your) silent grace never dies while every kingdom must fall Trust in me perfect woman, I'll make you shine for all time, ooh Night becomes the day becomes tomorrow He's trapped under her spell Is it just painted wood or is it more? He cannot ignore what he feels, creating her, giving her a face mysterious in so many ways I painted angels, saints in their light the virgin Mary, gentle and bright You will somehow outshine them all, this is my vow You're the sun in our skies and the mother of all (Your) silent grace never dies while every kingdom must fall Trust in me perfect woman, I'll make you shine for all time, ooh