Brushed - Paul Weller

It’s in a stroke of a brush

It’s in the wave of a hand

And a view so bright

It turns the world

And makes all right

Yet seems to say

Come what may

You will be what you will

With a brush stroke of fate

You will have to think again

If you touch by it all

Lucky to be brushed by it all —

Than walk a crooked mile

In a worn out smile

That you found on the ground

Somebody else threw it down

Looks like that you’re the next bessed in town

It’s in a verse that you read

It’s in the tune in your head

That makes all light

Turns your world

Illuminates life

And makes you see