| 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. |