The Dada Weatherman - Painted Dream | Текст песни

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• The Dada Weatherman
• Painted Dream

no we wont get older now
we'll just be younger in our dreams
yea future's like everything you know
it keeps flowing down like a stream

so let your pretenders choke on your dust
for you're the light & the lust

you painted my blank canvas
threw colours like when you write a poem
the blues of the skies with the green of grass
all the feelings packed into one

you told me that if something ryhmed with orange
it would certainly sound like a revenge

but i always thought it was kinda strange
for you had the weetest of the rages

then you blew the flame in your eyes
& turn pale & cold when you realized
that life is all we've ever had
& that's all we'll eer get

there is no o-ther palce
to let our souls forget the sad

yea bare feet on a cold rock
i look through the brown leaves
at the long broken clouds weaving free

these windy thoughts are brighter than life
they make me jealous of your painted dream