D              G              D
Is it the painter or the picture
Em                    D
Hanging in the gallery?
Em                         D
Admired by countless thousands
        Em                   D
Who attempt to read the secrets
               G             A     
Of his vision of his very soul.
               G             D
Is it the painter or the picture
Em                     D
Hanging in the gallery?
     Em            D
Or is it but a still life
           Em          D
Of his own interpretation
           Em                 D
Of the way that God had made us
          G            A      D   
In the image of His eye?
             G                   D
Is it the sculptor or the sculpture
Em                   D
standing  in the gallery?
Em                          D
Touched by fleeting strangers
         Em                        D
Who desire to feel the strength of hands
           G            A
That realised a form of life.
              G                 D
Is it the sculptor or the sculpture
Em                      D
standing in the gallery?
     Em              D
Or is it but the tenderness
        Em                D
With which his hands were guided
      Em                     D
To discard the unessentials
        G        A          D
And reveal the perfect truth?
             G           D
Is it the actor or the drama
Em                  D
Playing to the gallery?
Em                   D
Heard in every corner
          Em              D
Of the theatre of cruelty
         G                      A
That masks the humour in his speech.
            G          D
Is it the actor or the drama
Em                   D
Playing to the gallery?
      Em               D
Or is it but the character
           Em                D                 Em
Of any single member of the audience
           D
That forms the plot
        G          A         D
Of each and every play?
               G                  D
Is it the singer or his likeness
Em                    D
Hanging in the gallery?
Em                               D
Tongue black, still and swollen,
               Em                        D
His eyes staring from their sockets,
           G                       A
He is silent now, will sing no more.
                G                 D
Is it the singer or his likeness
Em                    D
Hanging in the gallery?
    Em                    D
Or is it but his conscience,
     Em                  D
Insecurity, and loneliness,
            Em              D
When destiny becomes at last
        G        D  A    D
The cause of his demise?