Painting Pictures of Egypt

Song Painting Pictures of Egypt
Artist Sara Groves
Album Conversations

Lyrics

作曲 : Groves
I don’t want to leave here
I don’t want to stay
It feels like pinching to me
Either way
And the places
I long for the most
Are the places where
I’ve been
They are calling out to me
Like a long lost friend
It’s not about losing faith
It’s not about trust
It’s all about comfortable
When you move so much
And the place
I was wasn’t perfect
But I had found a way to live
And it wasn’t milk or honey
But then neither is this
I've been painting pictures of
Egypt, Leaving out what it lacks
The future feels so hard,
And I wanna go back!
But the places that used to fit me,
Cannot hold the things
I've learned
Those roads were closed off to me
While my back was turned!
The past is so tangible
I know it by heart
Familiar things are never easy
To discard
I was dying for some freedom
But now I hesitate to go
I am caught between the
Promise And the things
I know I've been painting pictures of
Egypt, Leaving out what it lacks
The future feels so hard,
And I wanna go back!
But the places that used to fit me,
Cannot hold the things
I've learned
Those roads were closed off to me
While my back was turned!
If it comes too quick
I may not appreciate it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
And if it comes too quick
I may not recognize it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?

Pinyin

zuò qǔ : Groves
I don' t want to leave here
I don' t want to stay
It feels like pinching to me
Either way
And the places
I long for the most
Are the places where
I' ve been
They are calling out to me
Like a long lost friend
It' s not about losing faith
It' s not about trust
It' s all about comfortable
When you move so much
And the place
I was wasn' t perfect
But I had found a way to live
And it wasn' t milk or honey
But then neither is this
I' ve been painting pictures of
Egypt, Leaving out what it lacks
The future feels so hard,
And I wanna go back!
But the places that used to fit me,
Cannot hold the things
I' ve learned
Those roads were closed off to me
While my back was turned!
The past is so tangible
I know it by heart
Familiar things are never easy
To discard
I was dying for some freedom
But now I hesitate to go
I am caught between the
Promise And the things
I know I' ve been painting pictures of
Egypt, Leaving out what it lacks
The future feels so hard,
And I wanna go back!
But the places that used to fit me,
Cannot hold the things
I' ve learned
Those roads were closed off to me
While my back was turned!
If it comes too quick
I may not appreciate it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
And if it comes too quick
I may not recognize it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?