Painting Pictures of Egypt

	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?

	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?