Five Colors Lyrics
| Song | Five Colors |
| Artist | Sam Phillips |
| Album | Fan Dance |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Phillips | |
| I don't mind if I'm getting nowhere | |
| circling the seed of light | |
| I've been greedy for some destination | |
| I can't get to where are you? | |
| Turning reverie to perfect solids, bone and shells to hide ourselves | |
| I tried, but can't find refuge in the angle, I walk the mystery of the curve | |
| Five colors blind the eyes | |
| see the world inside | |
| amazed alone | |
| I don't mind if I'm getting nowhere | |
| circling the seed of truth | |
| Telling everything but saying nothing | |
| I went further than I knew | |
| giving meaning a resuscitation | |
| the darkest soul illuminates | |
| the sky is changing I'm unknowing knowing | |
| as every sign of new life waits | |
| Five colors blind the eyes | |
| see the world inside | |
| amazed alone | |
| Opening my hands...closing wounds I made myself | |
| raise the dead and bury all my fears | |
| Listen to the rain | |
| and the bells that ring in my dreams | |
| turning time to break its line from here | |
| to the small forgotten road | |
| where we see the concrete world disintegrating | |
| I don't mind if I'm getting nowhere | |
| circling the seed of light | |
| I've been greedy for some destination | |
| I can't get to where are you? | |
| Turning reverie to perfect solids, bone and shells to hide ourselves | |
| I tried, but can't find refuge in the angle, I walk the mystery of the curve |
| zuo ci : Phillips | |
| I don' t mind if I' m getting nowhere | |
| circling the seed of light | |
| I' ve been greedy for some destination | |
| I can' t get to where are you? | |
| Turning reverie to perfect solids, bone and shells to hide ourselves | |
| I tried, but can' t find refuge in the angle, I walk the mystery of the curve | |
| Five colors blind the eyes | |
| see the world inside | |
| amazed alone | |
| I don' t mind if I' m getting nowhere | |
| circling the seed of truth | |
| Telling everything but saying nothing | |
| I went further than I knew | |
| giving meaning a resuscitation | |
| the darkest soul illuminates | |
| the sky is changing I' m unknowing knowing | |
| as every sign of new life waits | |
| Five colors blind the eyes | |
| see the world inside | |
| amazed alone | |
| Opening my hands... closing wounds I made myself | |
| raise the dead and bury all my fears | |
| Listen to the rain | |
| and the bells that ring in my dreams | |
| turning time to break its line from here | |
| to the small forgotten road | |
| where we see the concrete world disintegrating | |
| I don' t mind if I' m getting nowhere | |
| circling the seed of light | |
| I' ve been greedy for some destination | |
| I can' t get to where are you? | |
| Turning reverie to perfect solids, bone and shells to hide ourselves | |
| I tried, but can' t find refuge in the angle, I walk the mystery of the curve |
| zuò cí : Phillips | |
| I don' t mind if I' m getting nowhere | |
| circling the seed of light | |
| I' ve been greedy for some destination | |
| I can' t get to where are you? | |
| Turning reverie to perfect solids, bone and shells to hide ourselves | |
| I tried, but can' t find refuge in the angle, I walk the mystery of the curve | |
| Five colors blind the eyes | |
| see the world inside | |
| amazed alone | |
| I don' t mind if I' m getting nowhere | |
| circling the seed of truth | |
| Telling everything but saying nothing | |
| I went further than I knew | |
| giving meaning a resuscitation | |
| the darkest soul illuminates | |
| the sky is changing I' m unknowing knowing | |
| as every sign of new life waits | |
| Five colors blind the eyes | |
| see the world inside | |
| amazed alone | |
| Opening my hands... closing wounds I made myself | |
| raise the dead and bury all my fears | |
| Listen to the rain | |
| and the bells that ring in my dreams | |
| turning time to break its line from here | |
| to the small forgotten road | |
| where we see the concrete world disintegrating | |
| I don' t mind if I' m getting nowhere | |
| circling the seed of light | |
| I' ve been greedy for some destination | |
| I can' t get to where are you? | |
| Turning reverie to perfect solids, bone and shells to hide ourselves | |
| I tried, but can' t find refuge in the angle, I walk the mystery of the curve |
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