| Song | The Colors |
| Artist | Tim Baker |
| Album | The Sidedoor Sessions |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tim Baker | |
| 作曲 : Tim Baker | |
| the way the colours come | |
| out of the dirt | |
| can that be done? | |
| from all the broken shells | |
| the moldy scraps | |
| the rotten flesh | |
| can we do that? | |
| with all this suffering, here | |
| like the sun pulls the flowers nearer | |
| from the residential red bricks | |
| from all the rusted hinges | |
| at last releasing | |
| from the photos of those stolen kids | |
| from the fields of bitumen | |
| from the ash of davis inlet | |
| from the grass of kingston prison | |
| from this shit could something spring? | |
| oh 2017 | |
| do you hide a phoenix | |
| some kind new beginning | |
| on her lifting wings | |
| is she taking all this suffering, here | |
| the way the sun pulls the flowers nearer, nearer to something good | |
| see the medicine growing in the clearing, where the entrance was | |
| saying “i only go up, i only go up” |
| zuo ci : Tim Baker | |
| zuo qu : Tim Baker | |
| the way the colours come | |
| out of the dirt | |
| can that be done? | |
| from all the broken shells | |
| the moldy scraps | |
| the rotten flesh | |
| can we do that? | |
| with all this suffering, here | |
| like the sun pulls the flowers nearer | |
| from the residential red bricks | |
| from all the rusted hinges | |
| at last releasing | |
| from the photos of those stolen kids | |
| from the fields of bitumen | |
| from the ash of davis inlet | |
| from the grass of kingston prison | |
| from this shit could something spring? | |
| oh 2017 | |
| do you hide a phoenix | |
| some kind new beginning | |
| on her lifting wings | |
| is she taking all this suffering, here | |
| the way the sun pulls the flowers nearer, nearer to something good | |
| see the medicine growing in the clearing, where the entrance was | |
| saying " i only go up, i only go up" |
| zuò cí : Tim Baker | |
| zuò qǔ : Tim Baker | |
| the way the colours come | |
| out of the dirt | |
| can that be done? | |
| from all the broken shells | |
| the moldy scraps | |
| the rotten flesh | |
| can we do that? | |
| with all this suffering, here | |
| like the sun pulls the flowers nearer | |
| from the residential red bricks | |
| from all the rusted hinges | |
| at last releasing | |
| from the photos of those stolen kids | |
| from the fields of bitumen | |
| from the ash of davis inlet | |
| from the grass of kingston prison | |
| from this shit could something spring? | |
| oh 2017 | |
| do you hide a phoenix | |
| some kind new beginning | |
| on her lifting wings | |
| is she taking all this suffering, here | |
| the way the sun pulls the flowers nearer, nearer to something good | |
| see the medicine growing in the clearing, where the entrance was | |
| saying " i only go up, i only go up" |