Текст (слова) песни: The Incredible String Band - Painting Box
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.
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