Текст песни Jackson Browne - Colors of The Sun
Jackson Browne - Colors of The Sun слова песни
Colors of the sunFlashing on the water topEcho on the landPicking for a coinMany other tiny worldsSinging past my handAwake to understand you are not dreamingIt is not seaming just to be this wayDying men draw numbers in the airDream to conquer little bits of timeScuffle with the crowd to get their shareAnd fall behind their little bits of timeVoices in the airSympathetic harmonyComing from the treesHanging at my doorMany shiny surfacesClinging in the breezeOh, leave me where I am I am not losingIf I am choosing not to plan my lifeDisillusioned savior search the skyWanting to just to show someone the wayAsking all the people passing byDoesnt anybody want the wayI say goodbye to joseph and mariaThey think I see another skyAnd from my fallen window I still see themIll never free them from the sky