Painting Box Lyrics
| Song | Painting Box |
| Artist | The Incredible String Band |
| Album | The 5000 Spirits Or The Layers Of The Onion |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Heron | |
| When the morning of your eyes comes waking through my shadows | |
| Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep, | |
| I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window, | |
| And tell them gently this is not the time that they should weep. | |
| For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box, | |
| I have every color there it's true. | |
| Just lately when I look inside my painting box, | |
| I seem to pick the colors of you. | |
| My Friday evening's foot-steps plodding dully through this black town, | |
| Are far away now from the world that I'm in. | |
| My eyes are listening to some sounds that I think just might be springtime, | |
| With daffodils between my toes I'm laughing at their whim, | |
| And somewhere in my mind there is a painting box, | |
| I have every color there it's true, | |
| Just lately when I look inside my painting box, | |
| I seem to pick the colors of you. | |
| Oh somewhere in my mind there is a painting box, | |
| I have every color there it's true. | |
| Just lately when I look inside my painting box, | |
| I seem to pick the colors of you. | |
| The purple sail above me catches all the strength of summer. | |
| Fishes stop and ask me where I am bound. | |
| I smile and shake my head and say my little ship is sinking, | |
| But I kind of like the sea that I'm on, and I don't mind if I do drown. | |
| For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box, | |
| I have every color there it's true. | |
| Just lately when I look inside my painting box, | |
| I seem to pick the colors of you. |
| zuo ci : Heron | |
| When the morning of your eyes comes waking through my shadows | |
| Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep, | |
| I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window, | |
| And tell them gently this is not the time that they should weep. | |
| For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box, | |
| I have every color there it' s true. | |
| Just lately when I look inside my painting box, | |
| I seem to pick the colors of you. | |
| My Friday evening' s footsteps plodding dully through this black town, | |
| Are far away now from the world that I' m in. | |
| My eyes are listening to some sounds that I think just might be springtime, | |
| With daffodils between my toes I' m laughing at their whim, | |
| And somewhere in my mind there is a painting box, | |
| I have every color there it' s true, | |
| Just lately when I look inside my painting box, | |
| I seem to pick the colors of you. | |
| Oh somewhere in my mind there is a painting box, | |
| I have every color there it' s true. | |
| Just lately when I look inside my painting box, | |
| I seem to pick the colors of you. | |
| The purple sail above me catches all the strength of summer. | |
| Fishes stop and ask me where I am bound. | |
| I smile and shake my head and say my little ship is sinking, | |
| But I kind of like the sea that I' m on, and I don' t mind if I do drown. | |
| For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box, | |
| I have every color there it' s true. | |
| Just lately when I look inside my painting box, | |
| I seem to pick the colors of you. |
| zuò cí : Heron | |
| When the morning of your eyes comes waking through my shadows | |
| Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep, | |
| I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window, | |
| And tell them gently this is not the time that they should weep. | |
| For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box, | |
| I have every color there it' s true. | |
| Just lately when I look inside my painting box, | |
| I seem to pick the colors of you. | |
| My Friday evening' s footsteps plodding dully through this black town, | |
| Are far away now from the world that I' m in. | |
| My eyes are listening to some sounds that I think just might be springtime, | |
| With daffodils between my toes I' m laughing at their whim, | |
| And somewhere in my mind there is a painting box, | |
| I have every color there it' s true, | |
| Just lately when I look inside my painting box, | |
| I seem to pick the colors of you. | |
| Oh somewhere in my mind there is a painting box, | |
| I have every color there it' s true. | |
| Just lately when I look inside my painting box, | |
| I seem to pick the colors of you. | |
| The purple sail above me catches all the strength of summer. | |
| Fishes stop and ask me where I am bound. | |
| I smile and shake my head and say my little ship is sinking, | |
| But I kind of like the sea that I' m on, and I don' t mind if I do drown. | |
| For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box, | |
| I have every color there it' s true. | |
| Just lately when I look inside my painting box, | |
| I seem to pick the colors of you. |
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