The War Was In Color Lyrics

Song	The War Was In Color
Artist	Carbon Leaf
Album	Love, Loss, Hope, Repeat
Download	Image LRC TXT

	作曲 : Carbon Leaf, Privett
	I see you've found a box of my things
	Infantries, tanks and smoldering airplane wings
	These old pictures are cool, tell me some stories
	Was it like the old war movies?
	Sit down son, let me fill you in
	Where to begin?
	Let's start with the end
	This black and white photo, don't capture the skin
	From the flash of a gun to a soldier who's done
	Trust me grandson, the war was in color
	From shipyard to sea, from factory to sky
	From rivet to rifle, from boot camp to battle cry
	I wore the mask up high on a daylight run
	That held my face in its clammy hand
	Crawled over coconut logs and corpses in the coral sand
	Where to begin?
	Let¹s start with the end
	This black and white photo, don't capture the skin
	From the shock of a shell or the memory of smell
	If red is for
	Hell, the war was in color
	I held the canvas bag over the railing
	The dead released with the ship still sailing
	Out of our hands and into the swallowing sea
	I felt the crossfire stitching up soldiers
	Into a blanket of dead and as the night grows colder
	In a window back home, a
	Blue Star is traded for
	GoldWhere to begin?
	Let's start with the end
	This black and white photo, don't capture the skin
	When metal is churned and bodies are burned
	Victory earned, the war was in color
	Now I lay in my grave at age 21
	Long before you were born, before
	I bore a son
	What good did it do?
	Well, hopefully for you
	A world without war, a life full of color
	Where to begin?
	Start with the end
	This black and white photo never captured my skin
	Once it was torn from an enemy thorn
	Straight through the core, the war was in color
	Where to begin?
	Let's start with the end
	This black and white photo never captured my skin
	From the flash of a gun to a soldier who's done
	Trust me grandson, the war was in color
	Trust me grandson, the war was in color
	Trust me grandson, the war was in color

	zuo qu : Carbon Leaf, Privett
	I see you' ve found a box of my things
	Infantries, tanks and smoldering airplane wings
	These old pictures are cool, tell me some stories
	Was it like the old war movies?
	Sit down son, let me fill you in
	Where to begin?
	Let' s start with the end
	This black and white photo, don' t capture the skin
	From the flash of a gun to a soldier who' s done
	Trust me grandson, the war was in color
	From shipyard to sea, from factory to sky
	From rivet to rifle, from boot camp to battle cry
	I wore the mask up high on a daylight run
	That held my face in its clammy hand
	Crawled over coconut logs and corpses in the coral sand
	Where to begin?
	Let s start with the end
	This black and white photo, don' t capture the skin
	From the shock of a shell or the memory of smell
	If red is for
	Hell, the war was in color
	I held the canvas bag over the railing
	The dead released with the ship still sailing
	Out of our hands and into the swallowing sea
	I felt the crossfire stitching up soldiers
	Into a blanket of dead and as the night grows colder
	In a window back home, a
	Blue Star is traded for
	GoldWhere to begin?
	Let' s start with the end
	This black and white photo, don' t capture the skin
	When metal is churned and bodies are burned
	Victory earned, the war was in color
	Now I lay in my grave at age 21
	Long before you were born, before
	I bore a son
	What good did it do?
	Well, hopefully for you
	A world without war, a life full of color
	Where to begin?
	Start with the end
	This black and white photo never captured my skin
	Once it was torn from an enemy thorn
	Straight through the core, the war was in color
	Where to begin?
	Let' s start with the end
	This black and white photo never captured my skin
	From the flash of a gun to a soldier who' s done
	Trust me grandson, the war was in color
	Trust me grandson, the war was in color
	Trust me grandson, the war was in color

	zuò qǔ : Carbon Leaf, Privett
	I see you' ve found a box of my things
	Infantries, tanks and smoldering airplane wings
	These old pictures are cool, tell me some stories
	Was it like the old war movies?
	Sit down son, let me fill you in
	Where to begin?
	Let' s start with the end
	This black and white photo, don' t capture the skin
	From the flash of a gun to a soldier who' s done
	Trust me grandson, the war was in color
	From shipyard to sea, from factory to sky
	From rivet to rifle, from boot camp to battle cry
	I wore the mask up high on a daylight run
	That held my face in its clammy hand
	Crawled over coconut logs and corpses in the coral sand
	Where to begin?
	Let s start with the end
	This black and white photo, don' t capture the skin
	From the shock of a shell or the memory of smell
	If red is for
	Hell, the war was in color
	I held the canvas bag over the railing
	The dead released with the ship still sailing
	Out of our hands and into the swallowing sea
	I felt the crossfire stitching up soldiers
	Into a blanket of dead and as the night grows colder
	In a window back home, a
	Blue Star is traded for
	GoldWhere to begin?
	Let' s start with the end
	This black and white photo, don' t capture the skin
	When metal is churned and bodies are burned
	Victory earned, the war was in color
	Now I lay in my grave at age 21
	Long before you were born, before
	I bore a son
	What good did it do?
	Well, hopefully for you
	A world without war, a life full of color
	Where to begin?
	Start with the end
	This black and white photo never captured my skin
	Once it was torn from an enemy thorn
	Straight through the core, the war was in color
	Where to begin?
	Let' s start with the end
	This black and white photo never captured my skin
	From the flash of a gun to a soldier who' s done
	Trust me grandson, the war was in color
	Trust me grandson, the war was in color
	Trust me grandson, the war was in color

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