Colors

(альбом: The Way Of The Weeping Willow - 2006)

Well I lie, lie awake
On a cool damn night
Giving in all up to the darkness
Just to see
Just to visit with the light
And it makes, my eyes wet again
Just to think of where we've been
Since we've begun

Count my wrongs and multiply them
By the rights to justify just what I feel
What I feel inside
Well I don't, I don't seem to worry
No love about worrying
Too much these days

'Bout the time left to get things done
Or the days as, as they come my way
They all vanish into one
So I paint what love [?]
Yes love of this life
As I watch them fade to grey

Colors of orange, red, black and green
All have me bursting at the seams
And I know that every day
Is a dying day

And when I feel like I can't go on
I might need you to carry on
And when I feel the lonely is longing
I might need you to carry on

Said don't analyse it
Or try to resize it
To make yourself fit in all this bullshit
About what life's s'posed to
'N what not s'posed to be

You gotta be real cool child
So you won't be fooled now
And you hold on tight child
And you do us right yes

Know that every day
Is a living day
Know that every day
Is a dying day

Oh and it goes on and on and on and on and on
Yes love, 'cause this life
Is just a song, is just a song
Yeah

And I count my wrongs and multiply them
By the rights to justify just what I feel
What I feel inside
Colors of orange, red black and green
All have me bursting at the seams
And I know that every day
Is a dying day
Is a living day
Is a dying day