| Song | Paint It Black |
| Artist | The Rollig Stones |
| Album | Sweet Summer Sun: Hyde Park |
| Paint it black | |
| Song by | |
| Rolling Stones | |
| I see a red door and | |
| I want it painted black | |
| no colours anymore | |
| I want them | |
| to turn black | |
| I see the girls | |
| walk by dressed | |
| in their summer clothes | |
| I have to turn my head | |
| until the darkness goes | |
| I see a line of cars | |
| and they're | |
| all painted black | |
| with flowers | |
| and my love | |
| both never to come back | |
| I see people | |
| turn their heads | |
| and quickly look away | |
| like a newborn baby | |
| it just happens | |
| every day | |
| I look inside myself | |
| and see my heart | |
| is black | |
| I see my red door and | |
| I want it painted black | |
| Maybe then | |
| I'll fade away | |
| and not have to | |
| face the facts | |
| it's not easy facing up | |
| when your whole world | |
| is black | |
| No more will | |
| my green sea go | |
| turn a deeper blue | |
| I could not forsee | |
| this thing | |
| happening to you | |
| If I look hard enough | |
| into the setting sun | |
| my love will | |
| laugh with me | |
| before the | |
| morning comes | |
| I see a red door and | |
| I want it painted black | |
| no colours anymore | |
| I want them | |
| to turn black | |
| I see the girls | |
| walk by dressed | |
| in their summer clothes | |
| I have to turn my head | |
| until the darkness goes |