Sometimes finding You Is just like trying to smell the color 9 Smell the color 9 9's not a color And even if it were you can't smell a color, no That
finding You Is just like trying to Smell the color nine Smell the color nine? But nine?s not a color And even if it were you can?t smell a color That
ترجمه: برنج ، کریس. بوی رنگ 9.
Fading memories ignored I crawl across the forest floor Pool reflects an orphan child Dirty, lost, alone and wild Fatherless and nameless still Fallen
He rode his wagon into town A gaudy spectacle And every gray November brought him there Always entertaining Prestidigitating Pulling rabbits from thin
Fresh page, new pen Where do I begin Words fail, tears come I need someone To take the thoughts I almost think And carry them to God for me Deep breath
sometimes finding You Is just like trying to Smell the color nine Smell the color nine? But nine?s not a color And even if it were you can?t smell a color
Another night slips away As the events of the day Keep burning deep in your mind Why can?t you leave them behind And there?s no one there in the dark
eye I get a funny feeling, I just might be dealing With the face of Christ See you had no choice which day you would be born Or the color of your skin
Standing on the edge of the dock With the wind in our faces Been watchin? the waves roll in And it feels like we?re sailing Now Russell chimes in with
Feel the sun in my eyes Swat that clumsy fly Woke me up from a dream about heaven I?m smellin? coffee downstairs Yawn a quick little prayer And get up
I?ve come to my senses How did I get so far from home The lies dissipating Revealing I?m so alone And I remember now how strong love can be And I wonder
Everyday is a journal page Every man holds a quill and ink And there?s plenty of room for writing in All we do and believe and think So will you compose
