Song | Bob Dylan |
Artist | Nine Days |
Album | The Madding Crowd |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Bobby's in the basement making his movie, | |
He paints a little picture but not to be cheesy. | |
He wants this little girl to believe in him easy, | |
Bristles to the canvas imagining he feels high. | |
Inspiration of my heart search for light out of the dark. | |
All the pictures in my heart lie awake there in my fog. | |
This oasis in my arms I approach it with disarm. | |
Though it might do me some harm stop to catch me if I fall. | |
Bobby's in the basement making his music, | |
He never won't stop though not to abuse it. | |
If there's some other way that they only would use it, | |
He lives another day but they always refuse it. | |
Lacerations of my heart. | |
Dropped down in pieces in the dark. | |
Mixed the words up on this page. | |
Makes the purple turn to beige. | |
Inspiration of my heart search for light out of the dark. | |
All the pictures in my heart lie awake there in my fog. | |
This oasis in my arms I approach it with disarm. | |
Though it might do me some harm stop to catch me if I fall. | |
It's just like Bob Dylan says... | |
Stop depression of my own walk the only road I know. | |
If I am only dreamin' then I am not that far from it. | |
So the strength that grows from seeds worship creativity. | |
If I am only dreamin' then me an' Bob are not that far today. | |
So long as I'm young. | |
Bobby's in the basement making his music. | |
I search the beaches walk the sand. | |
I cut my feet on broken glass. | |
Strap the sandals on my feet. | |
I'm running down but I still hit the street. | |
Inspiration of my heart search for light out of the dark. | |
All the pictures in my heart lie awake there in my fog. | |
This oasis in my arms I approach it with disarm. | |
Though it might do me some harm stop to catch me if I fall. | |
It's just like Bob Dylan says... | |
Stop depression of my own walk the only road I know. | |
If I am only dreamin' then I am not that far from it. | |
So the strength that grows from seeds worship creativity. | |
If I am only dreamin' then me an' Bob are not that far today. | |
So long as I'm young. | |
Bobby's in the basement making his movie, | |
He paints a little picture but not to be cheesy. | |
He wants this little girl to believe in him easy, | |
Bristles to the canvas imagining he feels high. | |
High. | |
Inspiration of my heart. | |
Desperation of my heart. |
Bobby' s in the basement making his movie, | |
He paints a little picture but not to be cheesy. | |
He wants this little girl to believe in him easy, | |
Bristles to the canvas imagining he feels high. | |
Inspiration of my heart search for light out of the dark. | |
All the pictures in my heart lie awake there in my fog. | |
This oasis in my arms I approach it with disarm. | |
Though it might do me some harm stop to catch me if I fall. | |
Bobby' s in the basement making his music, | |
He never won' t stop though not to abuse it. | |
If there' s some other way that they only would use it, | |
He lives another day but they always refuse it. | |
Lacerations of my heart. | |
Dropped down in pieces in the dark. | |
Mixed the words up on this page. | |
Makes the purple turn to beige. | |
Inspiration of my heart search for light out of the dark. | |
All the pictures in my heart lie awake there in my fog. | |
This oasis in my arms I approach it with disarm. | |
Though it might do me some harm stop to catch me if I fall. | |
It' s just like Bob Dylan says... | |
Stop depression of my own walk the only road I know. | |
If I am only dreamin' then I am not that far from it. | |
So the strength that grows from seeds worship creativity. | |
If I am only dreamin' then me an' Bob are not that far today. | |
So long as I' m young. | |
Bobby' s in the basement making his music. | |
I search the beaches walk the sand. | |
I cut my feet on broken glass. | |
Strap the sandals on my feet. | |
I' m running down but I still hit the street. | |
Inspiration of my heart search for light out of the dark. | |
All the pictures in my heart lie awake there in my fog. | |
This oasis in my arms I approach it with disarm. | |
Though it might do me some harm stop to catch me if I fall. | |
It' s just like Bob Dylan says... | |
Stop depression of my own walk the only road I know. | |
If I am only dreamin' then I am not that far from it. | |
So the strength that grows from seeds worship creativity. | |
If I am only dreamin' then me an' Bob are not that far today. | |
So long as I' m young. | |
Bobby' s in the basement making his movie, | |
He paints a little picture but not to be cheesy. | |
He wants this little girl to believe in him easy, | |
Bristles to the canvas imagining he feels high. | |
High. | |
Inspiration of my heart. | |
Desperation of my heart. |
Bobby' s in the basement making his movie, | |
He paints a little picture but not to be cheesy. | |
He wants this little girl to believe in him easy, | |
Bristles to the canvas imagining he feels high. | |
Inspiration of my heart search for light out of the dark. | |
All the pictures in my heart lie awake there in my fog. | |
This oasis in my arms I approach it with disarm. | |
Though it might do me some harm stop to catch me if I fall. | |
Bobby' s in the basement making his music, | |
He never won' t stop though not to abuse it. | |
If there' s some other way that they only would use it, | |
He lives another day but they always refuse it. | |
Lacerations of my heart. | |
Dropped down in pieces in the dark. | |
Mixed the words up on this page. | |
Makes the purple turn to beige. | |
Inspiration of my heart search for light out of the dark. | |
All the pictures in my heart lie awake there in my fog. | |
This oasis in my arms I approach it with disarm. | |
Though it might do me some harm stop to catch me if I fall. | |
It' s just like Bob Dylan says... | |
Stop depression of my own walk the only road I know. | |
If I am only dreamin' then I am not that far from it. | |
So the strength that grows from seeds worship creativity. | |
If I am only dreamin' then me an' Bob are not that far today. | |
So long as I' m young. | |
Bobby' s in the basement making his music. | |
I search the beaches walk the sand. | |
I cut my feet on broken glass. | |
Strap the sandals on my feet. | |
I' m running down but I still hit the street. | |
Inspiration of my heart search for light out of the dark. | |
All the pictures in my heart lie awake there in my fog. | |
This oasis in my arms I approach it with disarm. | |
Though it might do me some harm stop to catch me if I fall. | |
It' s just like Bob Dylan says... | |
Stop depression of my own walk the only road I know. | |
If I am only dreamin' then I am not that far from it. | |
So the strength that grows from seeds worship creativity. | |
If I am only dreamin' then me an' Bob are not that far today. | |
So long as I' m young. | |
Bobby' s in the basement making his movie, | |
He paints a little picture but not to be cheesy. | |
He wants this little girl to believe in him easy, | |
Bristles to the canvas imagining he feels high. | |
High. | |
Inspiration of my heart. | |
Desperation of my heart. |