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The Colors

	作词 : Tim Baker
	作曲 : Tim Baker
	the way the colours come
	out of the dirt
	can that be done?
	from all the broken shells
	the moldy scraps
	the rotten flesh
	can we do that?
	with all this suffering, here
	like the sun pulls the flowers nearer
	from the residential red bricks
	from all the rusted hinges
	at last releasing
	from the photos of those stolen kids
	from the fields of bitumen
	from the ash of davis inlet
	from the grass of kingston prison
	from this shit could something spring?
	oh 2017
	do you hide a phoenix
	some kind new beginning
	on her lifting wings
	is she taking all this suffering, here
	the way the sun pulls the flowers nearer, nearer to something good
	see the medicine growing in the clearing, where the entrance was
	saying “i only go up, i only go up”

	zuò cí : Tim Baker
	zuò qǔ : Tim Baker
	the way the colours come
	out of the dirt
	can that be done?
	from all the broken shells
	the moldy scraps
	the rotten flesh
	can we do that?
	with all this suffering, here
	like the sun pulls the flowers nearer
	from the residential red bricks
	from all the rusted hinges
	at last releasing
	from the photos of those stolen kids
	from the fields of bitumen
	from the ash of davis inlet
	from the grass of kingston prison
	from this shit could something spring?
	oh 2017
	do you hide a phoenix
	some kind new beginning
	on her lifting wings
	is she taking all this suffering, here
	the way the sun pulls the flowers nearer, nearer to something good
	see the medicine growing in the clearing, where the entrance was
	saying " i only go up, i only go up"