| Song | Painted Silver Light |
| Artist | Gov't Mule |
| Album | Gov't Mule |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Haynes | |
| In the painted silver light | |
| I watched you gently move | |
| Now, in the cold early dawn | |
| I long to have that vision in my head again | |
| Conjure, as | |
| I may, my guilt won't let me sleep | |
| Now I know what it means | |
| To have and to hold | |
| To let go and to lose | |
| In the screaming silence | |
| I try to lose myself | |
| But there is no hiding place | |
| No hiding place | |
| Here they come again | |
| Those voices, they'll be with me till the end | |
| Maybe it helps the pain | |
| How would | |
| I know I never slow down long enough | |
| But, ain't life funny | |
| I don't know if | |
| I will ever see you again | |
| But, in the painted silver light | |
| I watched you | |
| And I'll keep on watching you | |
| In the screaming silence | |
| I try to lose myself | |
| But there is no hiding place | |
| No hiding place | |
| In the screaming silence | |
| I try to lose myself | |
| But there is no hiding place | |
| No hiding place | |
| Seven days | |
| I watched the sun come rising | |
| No sleep for the wicked | |
| Seven nights | |
| I lie awake | |
| While my mind drifted across valley and streams | |
| Shadows everywhere | |
| Still I search for some kind of sign | |
| But, in the painted silver light | |
| I'll come running | |
| Running In the screaming silence | |
| I try to lose myself | |
| But there is no hiding place | |
| No hiding place | |
| In the screaming silence | |
| I try to lose myself | |
| But there is no hiding place | |
| No hiding place |
| zuo ci : Haynes | |
| In the painted silver light | |
| I watched you gently move | |
| Now, in the cold early dawn | |
| I long to have that vision in my head again | |
| Conjure, as | |
| I may, my guilt won' t let me sleep | |
| Now I know what it means | |
| To have and to hold | |
| To let go and to lose | |
| In the screaming silence | |
| I try to lose myself | |
| But there is no hiding place | |
| No hiding place | |
| Here they come again | |
| Those voices, they' ll be with me till the end | |
| Maybe it helps the pain | |
| How would | |
| I know I never slow down long enough | |
| But, ain' t life funny | |
| I don' t know if | |
| I will ever see you again | |
| But, in the painted silver light | |
| I watched you | |
| And I' ll keep on watching you | |
| In the screaming silence | |
| I try to lose myself | |
| But there is no hiding place | |
| No hiding place | |
| In the screaming silence | |
| I try to lose myself | |
| But there is no hiding place | |
| No hiding place | |
| Seven days | |
| I watched the sun come rising | |
| No sleep for the wicked | |
| Seven nights | |
| I lie awake | |
| While my mind drifted across valley and streams | |
| Shadows everywhere | |
| Still I search for some kind of sign | |
| But, in the painted silver light | |
| I' ll come running | |
| Running In the screaming silence | |
| I try to lose myself | |
| But there is no hiding place | |
| No hiding place | |
| In the screaming silence | |
| I try to lose myself | |
| But there is no hiding place | |
| No hiding place |
| zuò cí : Haynes | |
| In the painted silver light | |
| I watched you gently move | |
| Now, in the cold early dawn | |
| I long to have that vision in my head again | |
| Conjure, as | |
| I may, my guilt won' t let me sleep | |
| Now I know what it means | |
| To have and to hold | |
| To let go and to lose | |
| In the screaming silence | |
| I try to lose myself | |
| But there is no hiding place | |
| No hiding place | |
| Here they come again | |
| Those voices, they' ll be with me till the end | |
| Maybe it helps the pain | |
| How would | |
| I know I never slow down long enough | |
| But, ain' t life funny | |
| I don' t know if | |
| I will ever see you again | |
| But, in the painted silver light | |
| I watched you | |
| And I' ll keep on watching you | |
| In the screaming silence | |
| I try to lose myself | |
| But there is no hiding place | |
| No hiding place | |
| In the screaming silence | |
| I try to lose myself | |
| But there is no hiding place | |
| No hiding place | |
| Seven days | |
| I watched the sun come rising | |
| No sleep for the wicked | |
| Seven nights | |
| I lie awake | |
| While my mind drifted across valley and streams | |
| Shadows everywhere | |
| Still I search for some kind of sign | |
| But, in the painted silver light | |
| I' ll come running | |
| Running In the screaming silence | |
| I try to lose myself | |
| But there is no hiding place | |
| No hiding place | |
| In the screaming silence | |
| I try to lose myself | |
| But there is no hiding place | |
| No hiding place |