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Linda Perhacs - Morning Colors lyrics
Fog Is catching In cold Round drops And from the rail Of his terrace Dripping Some to fall and some to blink In colours of neon from signs all along His street His stairs are wood And old And they creak They complain When I come And talk When I go But I’m quiet if I try And don’t stay too long And I go beofre the morning And the dripping of the fog Is gone Sometimes I wonder Should I wake him to see All those bright bubble drops In the still slickened streets? Sometimes I wonder Has he ever really seen them? Sometimes I wonder Has he ever really seen me? It’s so warm and still Fresh coffee And oranges Soon almond cakes He’ll sleep Until they’re done There hasn’t been a sound From under Those signs Haven’t heard a single footstep That is rushing to be On time Colors that are dripping Help to make up For his silence I think of you in green I remember He once told me But when I go As I always must do The color in his day will be clear And Blue |
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